#but it still hurts to write a fic that flops and then write another fic thats over 3x longer than my first fic

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Breakfast (Seonghwa - Ateez)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Seonghwa/reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, strangers fucking, interrupted?, reader is a desperate slut and we love her for that, exhibitionism?, oral

Summary: Seonghwa is bored while visiting his parents, and goes out for a drink. What he finds at the club certainly sates his thirst.

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He was watching you. You knew it. Working your hips harder, you slowly dragged your hair over one shoulder, baring your neck and shooting a look back at the man seated at the bar whose eyes had been glued to your ass all night. To be fair, you’d worn this tiny dress for just that reason. You were young, single, and above all else, frustrated. After your last ex, you’d been nearly two years without sex and you were ready to combust. There was only so much your fingers could do for you. 

But when you’d tugged on your tightest dress with the shortest hemline and left the panties at home that evening before setting out, never had you expected to catch the eye of a specimen like the one who was currently blushing as you ran your hands up your torso, writhing to the music. His messy hair and baggy clothes indicated that this angel-faced man had come to just relax, not to try to hook up. And yet. Here you were, horny and doing your best to get him to pull his cute ass off that bar stool and bring his body to you.

Sadly, he seemed content to sit there in his stupidly cute hoodie and those goddamn gray sweatpants, shifting to hide the very clear imprint of his dick as he just… watched. You were fine with putting on a show, so long as he was willing to actually participate in the fucking encore. You watched him lift the cup in his hand to his lips as he leaned back and the impressive bulge in his sweatpants broke your rhythm. 

Fuck it.  

You were going to have to make the move on this damned man before he had you dripping down your own thighs in the middle of the dance floor. 

***

Seonghwa nearly choked on his drink as the woman he’d been watching all night stopped dancing mid-song, her eyes glued to his, and began to approach. Setting the glass down on the bar behind him, he straightened up, wincing slightly as his half-hard cock chafed against his thigh at the motion. His eyes followed her all the way to his side, where she leaned against the bar and dragged her eyes from the toe of his shoes up to his eyes. Never had he felt so eye-fucked and holy shit did he love it. 

“Hi,” she said with a cheeky smile, and Seonghwa swallowed hard as she leaned in, propping her elbow on the bar and laying her chin in her palm with a teasing smile, adding, “Do you not dance?”

He tried his damnedest not to look down at the cleavage she had just placed so perfectly on display for him, and cleared his throat and choked out, “I dance. Just not tonight.”

Her eyebrow lifted and Seonghwa gathered his wits. Clearly, she was flirting. And holy fuck did he want to reciprocate without sounding like a moron.

So he hitched on his best teasing smile and went on, “I mean, I couldn’t compete with you out there. What’s the point when I could just watch you?”

Her smile curled into a satisfied smirk, and Seonghwa felt that unspoken click in that moment. He was going to fuck this woman and he thanked whatever good karma had led him to venture out that night. If he’d stayed at his family home alone as he had for so long, he would’ve missed out on… this. And lord help him did he need to get his dick wet after spending a month with his parents.

She leaned closer, flicking the strands of his hair hanging over his brow with the tip of her finger, giving him a look of open invitation as she asked playfully, “Oh, but why watch when you could touch?”

Yep. Seonghwa had been blessed. 

*** 

Your back hit the sticky wall of the hallway to the club’s bathroom, your hands tangled in Seonghwa’s hair as your lips devoured his. His tongue tangled with yours as his body flattened against yours. Wrapping a leg around his hips, you strained to pull his hips tighter to your core, his tall frame overwhelming you. One of his hands slammed to the wall by your head, the other gripping the thigh around his hips, sliding up slowly. You moaned into the kiss as his fingers discovered your bare ass. 

Pulling back, he looked down at you, panting as you gave him a teasing grin and then slid your skirt up, showing him that you wore nothing under it. His eyes fell shut and he let out a groan that turned into a growl as he pulled you into a much more rough kiss, the fingers on your ass slipping closer to your core, finding the wet proof of your want for him making your inner thighs sticky. He trailed his fingers over your folds, and you shuddered against him, more of your juices sliding from you at the mere brush of his fingers. 

Breathing hard, he pulled his lips away, taking his now damp fingers to his lips and tasting them. You shivered at the sight and at the sensation of a bead of your wetness sliding down your thigh in response. 

“Come back to my place?”

You answered him by grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the door, moaning at the slip of your wet thighs against each other as you hoped he lived close.

***

Seonghwa had so many things to be thankful for. First, his family home was just up the block from this particular bar, which is why he had ended up there. Second, that he had been bored and lonely enough to go to that bar tonight. And third, that his father had a work function out of town, and his parents weren’t due home for another day. He thanked every known deity for these blessings as he tugged the hottest woman he had laid eyes on in a long ass time behind him, his hard cock leading him home to his childhood bed like the needle of a compass. 

He quickly unlocked the door as the woman slid a hand down the front of his sweatpants, gripping his shaft, nearly making him drop the keys. Swinging the door open quickly, he swung her into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as her hands circled his neck and their lips found each other again. He kicked the door shut, kissing her feverishly as he made his way to his bedroom. 

Shoving that door shut as well, he pressed her back against it, pressing his hips up against the crux of her thighs, devouring her sounds of pleasure as he rutted against her. Feral, he growled into the kiss as she took a fistful of his hair, tugging. Turning, his dick throbbing with the need to sink into her wet heat, he dropped her to the bed, his eyes roving over her form as the tiny skirt of her dress rode up, baring her to him as she let her legs fall open, tracing a finger over herself as he ripped off his hoodie and shirt. 

She giggled teasingly as he froze, watching her slide her fingers through her wet folds, circling her clit, arching her back and biting her lip as she put on yet another show for him. His cock throbbed as he simply stared, then he broke free of her spell and dove in, his hands falling to her inner thighs, pressing them open as his mouth hungrily met her opening, tongue and lips immediately going to work. Feeling her fingers grip his hair once more, he fucked his tongue into her, growling at the taste and the sensation of her tugging at his locks, something he never before knew he liked, but goddamn did he like it. 

Sliding his tongue deep into her, he licked out as much of her juices as he could, like the proverbial man dying of thirst, then moved to draw her clit between his lips, working his mouth across her folds feverishly. Her thighs were trembling under his palms, and he felt her tensing, and pulled his face away. 

She huffed out a frustrated groan at the loss of her impending orgasm, but he made it up to her, tugging her up and encircling her in his arms, kissing her, giving her a taste of herself as he unzipped her dress and nearly shredded the skintight material in his fervor to drag it off of her. Shoving down his sweatpants and underwear, he kicked them away and pressed her back to his bed, positioning himself over her. Meeting her eyes for a moment, he took in her beauty. How the fuck had he scored someone like this?

Groaning, he felt her cant her hips up, chasing after the tip of his weeping cock, which had been brushing at her wet opening. Diving his head in, he laved a tongue over one of her nipples, sucking the peak between his lips and worrying it with his teeth as he gripped the base of his dick and aimed it for her core. Sliding in, they both moaned heatedly. The grip of her engulfing him, the slip of her wetness, the way she squeezed tight around his pulsating cock… all of it had his head swimming. 

As he bottomed out, he raised his head, finding her head thrown back beneath him, flushed face already fucked out. He trailed kisses up her neck, pressing as deep as he could, digging his hips into hers and found her ear, tracing the shell with his tongue. 

“I’m going to fucking ruin you,” he whispered in a growl into her ear before drawing his hips back and snapping them violently into her.

***

You cried out at his words and the proof his punishing thrusts gave them, the sensation of his thick, veiny cock slamming into you turning you into a writhing mess, sobbing out pleas for more, of what you weren’t even sure. More of his cock, more of the filthy words in his smooth voice, more of his lips burning a path over your skin. More of all of him doing just what he said he was going to do: ruining you. 

Just as you felt yourself tightening down around him, orgasm drawing near, you caught the sound of a door shutting through your scattered senses. A voice called out Seonghwa’s name, and you both froze. 

His cock still deep inside you, he looked down at you with panic. Heart speeding, you had a moment of pure terror. Was this a girlfriend, wife, whatever? Were you about to have to run for your life from a cheating scumbag and his scorned lover? 

“Mom? What are you doing home?” his wavering voice called out, the fear in his eyes telling you to remain quiet as the realization and relief washed over you.

His mom. He lived with his mom. And she was about to walk in on him fucking the brains out of you. A giggle tried to bubble up at the absurdity of the situation, when you felt your earlier teasing side emerge again. As she called back that she had felt sick and thus had come home early, you clenched around him, shifting your hips to slide him in and out of you again. 

Choking, he looked down at you in shock, calling back in a distracted tone that he would see her in the morning and that he hoped she felt better. You licked your lips playfully, moving your hands to card your fingers through his hair, giving it a hard pull, causing his eyes to drop closed again. 

“What are you doing to me?” he murmured against your neck as he dropped his head, nuzzling a muffled moan into your hair, drawing his hips back and sliding slowly back into you.

In answer, you dragged him by the hair into a harsh kiss, then pulled away to look up into his eyes, meeting his slower but no less deep thrusts as you replied, “I’m letting you ruin me. Just quietly this time.”

***

Seonghwa bit his lip to hold back a curse as she tightened around him at her whispered words. Throwing his head back, he held his breath, thrusting as hard as he could without making the bed frame hit the wall. The knowledge that his mother was down the hall kept him silent, but didn’t deter him from reaching for the orgasm that he had been on the precipice of only a few minutes ago. 

Working himself deep into the woman below him again, he rolled his hips, rutting deep into her, trying to find her spot, needing to get her back on the edge too. A gasp sounded from her as the head of his leaking cock found that specific spot within her, and he clamped a hand over her mouth as he drew his hips back and set a hard pace into that same spot. She writhed under him, her slick body sliding against his as he hit into her just right, and cries were barely muffled by his hand. He bit into the flesh of her shoulder as his own moans tried to grow louder at the tightening of her around him.

Her body gave a great shudder and she clamped down, making it almost impossible for him to draw back as she arched below him, the bed shuddering and her cries not nearly as quieted by his hand as he would like but he couldn’t focus on shutting her up when the rush of her juices and the clenching of her orgasm threw him over the edge into his own. He slammed hard into her, the bed creaking with his jerky thrusts as he moaned into her shoulder, his cock jerking within her fluttering sheath, filling her with hot floods of cum as her fingernails dragged down his back. 

When his head cleared, he found himself draped across her heaving chest, his softening cock still inside her. He turned bleary eyes up to find her cheeks flushed, eyes shut as she struggled to regain her breath. A satisfied grin slowly spread across her face, and he felt a giggle bubble up. 

“Oops,” she murmured, lifting a tired eyelid to smile at him, “Sorry, I couldn’t be quiet.”

Chuckling and nuzzling into the skin of her neck, he replied softly, “Me either.”

Pulling out of her with a groan, he rolled to his back, pulling her close and feeling extreme relief when she snuggled against him instead of wanting to leave, he added with a sleepy giggle, “Breakfast should be nice and awkward.”

#ateez smut #seonghwa smut #park seonghwa smut #ateez fic #seonghwa fic #park seonghwa fic #my writing #under 50 notes #another flop lmao #this flop still doesn’t hurt as much as pilgrimage

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what do i have to do to get people to read my stuff actually like im not about to get in everyones faces begging for attention but i dont understand how im expected to make FREE fandom content without much feedback on my work

#ignore my ranting but im actually so fucked disillusioned #like why are there so many people who scream about supporting each other and lifting up small creators #and they never do it themselves unless its their friend #sorry i dont sit at the popular table but i never expected that it would impact my reach this much #my newest fic has more hits but less kudos and less comments than my first #it's so obvious people only interacted on my first fic *because* it was my first fic #and thank you so fucking much to the people who have given me kind words #and literally religiously rbing my stuff because you think im worth listening to #this isn't about me crying because im not popular #people with bigger followings are naturally going to get more attention #but the only reason ive started posting my fics is because all these POPULAR BLOGS were like 'we support each other here!!!' #'were a big family were not a big fandom so any time someone posts it brings a smile to our faces!' blah blah blah #like youre out here lying for clout you literally only leave feed or kudos if its your fucking friend 😭 not even if its good #i guess id rather have less people interacting if it means the feedback i get is genuine and not just blowing smoke up my ass #but it still hurts to write a fic that flops and then write another fic thats over 3x longer than my first fic #WITH A PREMISE THAT POPULAR WRITERS HAVE WRITTEN ABOUT BEFORE AND BLEW UP FOR IT AND PEOPLE IDOLIZE THEIR WRITING #so im expecting to get more feedback and constructive criticism because it's a concept that a lot of people seem to love #only to get EVEN LESS FEEDBACK THAN ON MY FIRST FIC #like sorry to everyone who genuinely likes my writing i actually love you so much #but im very rejection sensitive and don't plan on continuing this. it seriously hurts me. it triggers my abandonment and selfhatred shit ba #like im sick to my stomach that another thing im passionate about is sucking the life out of me & i cant even get my foot in the door #donut rebagel this thanks and goodbye

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😂Ticklish Remedy(Student!SatoSuguxStudent!Fem!Reader)😂

A/N: Sorry this took me so long to get out! I gotta write more JJK tk fics in the future. This one I rushed, it's true.

Content: Angst, hurt/comfort, more exposition than tickles but obvious tickles, mention of reader gaining seer vision cursed technique powers for possible future plot development, Shoko Ieiri cameo, and SatoSugu poly loving.

Credit for characters and art used goes to Gege sensei.

* Please DON'T plagarize, translate, or repost my FANFIC content. Reblog, like, and follow instead.

I hope you enjoy.

Why were you in such a pathetic mood?

Waking up from a messed up dream in a cold sweat?

Coming back from a mission where more damage than saving was done?

Or a hard downpour out of nowhere soaked you and would be around for the remainder of the evening?

All of the above.

In this life, you are the quiet, sweet protective being. But it takes certain things to set you off. All of the above, for instance.

Another big one would be the only friends turned found family you ever had and known getting harmed in any way, whether from slander from those foolish higher ups or certain corrupted humans you were obligated to save and not harm for retribution despite getting injured on the job because of them. Those indeed pissed you off.

That wasn't the case this time.

Nah, you're just having one of those days.

You had just left the shower, clad in a dry tee shirt and short shorts, going stomach first flopping on your dorm room bed in a downtrodden sense, when a loud knock on your door made you moan in refusal, smothering your face in your pillow.

"L/n? Sweetie? Y/n-chaaaaaan~?!"

Satoru's loud rambles; his voice always making you smile, now sounded irritating to you. "Go away." Your muffled yell made a new voice join in.

"Y/n? Honey? Are you alright?"

Suguru's concerned voice made you feel bad at behaving this way towards them when it wasn't their fault at all. "Not really."

"Excuse us. We're coming in." Suguru's warning was followed by your dorm room door sliding opening as their heads popped up through behind the door, your weak wave giving them the prompt to just come in.

They were both still in uniform but also in socks and slippers, as Satoru flopped down, jostling the bed, before spooning you from behind and Suguru sliding your door closed before sitting on the edge of the bed in front of you and held your hand in his; rubbing comforting circles on your knuckles with his thumb when he asked.

"How bad?"

Your hesitant sigh didn't bode well. "I was sent alone to exorcize a second-grade curse spirit after it ended several regulars working at a cemetery."

"Yaga-sensei told us." Suguru's pitying gaze made you whine weakly. "We're sorry we couldn't go with you."

Flashes of your nightmare from early morning resurfaced; your pinched expression being a sign of your discomfort. "The same nightmare happened again. Just … bloodied corpses … of those I care for …that shadowed, stitched forehead bastard's smile ... and I'm unable to move or scream or do anything …" Your voice wavered as your form trembled with a deep-rooted frustration and pain on this particular dilemma.

You still had no freaking idea who or what it was; human or cursed spirit, let alone why you kept having these dreams. A warning? Perhaps. You were slowly climbing up the ranks in terms of developing your Innate technique; as odd as it was in getting impactful visions followed by side effecting migraines. And this was yet another unknown future threat standing in your way.

"Plus I got rained down hard coming back here. So there." You pouted, taking Suguru's hand in your own, just to splat it over your face, amusing the latter despite the gloomy vibe.

"That bad, huh? God, quite the depressing mood bundle you are!" Satoru sighed loudly.

You jammed your thumb over your shoulder into Satoru's cheek, dryly retorting. "Obnoxious creep." You thrusted your pointer finger of the same hand forward in Suguru's face. "Weird bangs guy."

"Now sweetie, I know you're just saying those things because you're down in the dumps… but it still wounds me!" Satoru mockingly cried out, ruffling your hair, further driving the point of getting stabbed in the feels.

"Honey, you're wrong. About my bangs, I mean. Satoru … nah that's right on the mark." Geto poked your nose, smirking like the smart ass he is, rubbing salt in the wound.

"Hey!" Gojo flared up, dagger eyes on his bestie at the betrayal.

You snorted at their interaction. Satoru's face stubbornly set in a pouting expression, when the sound you just made gave him quite the amusing idea as he kissed your forehead down from up above you. "So, what you need right now is some serious cheering up, 101."

A twisted smile suddenly wormed up on his face. It makes your gut squirm with nerves.

"Suguru~" The sing-song tone to his name snatched the younger man's attention. "It seems our lovely girlfriend is too grumpy for our liking~!"

The same twisted feeling inside you doubled as Suguru smiled at you in the same manner.

"Yes … we should remedy that right away."

Able to read each other's thoughts down pat; synced as the best friends they are, meant they were both on board for their evil agenda.

"Uh, chotto matte," Your Nihongo Jouzu reflexes came spilling out as nervous giggles did as well, fidgeting as your attempts to get up and pull away from Satoru's hold were futile for his arms tightened around your waist and pulled quick enough to flush your back against his front. "Not that. Anything but that!"

"Y/n-chan … if you plead more, I'll consider it." Suguru calmly mused as he climbed up on your bed, trapping your legs in between his knees, coyly smiling. "Maybe~"

A squeal sprung free from your lips as the spider-like fingers of Satoru squeezed your sides before wriggling into your ribs. "I'd rather she beg. After all, she wants this so much~!" Satoru smugly taunted, that fat ass smirk plastered on his face when you jabbed your elbow hard in his side.

"Liar liar pants on fire – AAH~!" Your retort was cut off by your own shriek as Satoru's fingertips slithered around to deeply drag across your belly.

"Oh ho, you're gonna get it now!" Satoru's deepened tone spoke doom for you. Suguru's snickers only added to it.

Your spastic, laughing form was kicking, flailing, and bouncing to both their inner amusement and glee; the bed squeaking and the headboard hitting the wall many times in the process.

"Cootchie cootchie coo~!" Satoru's fingers slid through your shirt sleeves to pinch and wring the bare skin of your armpits.

"Tohohohohoru you ahahahahahass~!" You slam your shoulders into his in another attempt to push him off, but that lean skinny bode hid such strength beneath.

"Hey! I have a fine ass, I'll have you know!" Gojo's pursed lips were made to good use as he began doing raspberries from the crook of your neck to the base of it to under your ear, speaking in between every tingling blow. "Very. Fine. Indeed!" His snowy hair added to the ticklish sensation as his puffy locks brushed your cheek.

"You twohoohoo beheheheheter stahahahap or I swehehehear I'll – EEK~!" You squeaked harder as Suguru exchanges wiggling squeezes between your shaking kneecaps and your thighs. "Suhuhuhuhugu qu – quihihihit it~!!"

Geto snorted. "Jackass is more like it."

"Your face up my ass the other day spoke otherwise, if you recall~" Satoru's buzzing wet lips pulled from your neck to give bedroom eyes to Suguru.

Who returns the look, just as gluttonous for another go. "The face you made proves you enjoyed it just as much~"

Their raunchy talk was halted as a pillow got whacked in Suguru's face, followed by said pillow being thrown to Satoru's, who barely caught it in one hand. But that enough commotion lets you slip free from his loosened grasp.

Though the truth was he let you go free for now, laughing slowly at the look of sheer disbelief on his raven haired lover's face at what you just pulled, the more bangs loosely gracing his forehead from the commotion.

"Ooh, you're in trouble~!" Gojo singing spoke of doom.

Your panting, pink cheeked self could only have a moment's reprieve as chills raked your skin at the dark edge tainting Suguru's almond eyes. Unlike the smile in your nightmares, bearing callousness and insanity, Suguru's bore a more eerily calm smiling face.

"Indeed … it's on."

He dodged the kick to his face by your freed foot, toothily smiling as he caught your ankle, viewed your squirming foot with scrutinizing intrigue, before dragging his finger up and down your sole lightly enough to have you become a cute chortling mess.

Your other foot moved to kick his arm to free yourself when Gojo snatched it straight away, clicking his tongue to scold you. "Naughty, naughty~"

The two looming devils you love jumped you!

Shoko Ieiri, twirling her non lite cigarette between her fingers, jumped at the ear-piercing scream striking the air of the dorm, high tailing to the source as curiosity beckoned her.

Discovering the loud slamming ruckus jumbled in as well, it all is coming from your room followed by your jumbled cackling wordplay in the mix had her sliding the door open, her cigarette nearly slipping from her grasp at the sight she just witnessed.

You were flipped to lay on your stomach, laughing your sweaty red face off, as both those bastards each straddled a thigh of yours, with a footsie for each to tickle savagely.

"And this is why I stopped questioning why this is your norm now." Shoko shrugged.

"She whacked us with her pillow!" Suguru gruffly complained as his fingers wringed through your toes.

"Hilarious move on her part but she did wound my pride." Satoru's mirthful grin then drooped as his pride did deflate. "So, retribution!" Killing your restraint as he nibbled on your padded piggies.

"SHOHOHOHOHOHOHOKO~!!! MAHAHAHAHAHAKE THEHEHEHEHEHEM STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP~!!!"

Your flailing calves nearly whacking them were immediately taken care of as their forearms wrapped around them to hold them in place, their hands squeezing your ankles in their ironclad grip. Suguru nibbled and dragged his teeth and tongue down your wrinkled sole while Satoru's lips and tongue suckled and wriggled between your toes.

"PLEHEHEHEHEHESE HAHAHAHAHAHAVE MEHEHEHEHEHERCY~!!!"

"Yeah, as the resident healer of our group, I see the telltale signs she's gonna pass out at this rate." Shoko nearly toppled over you as your hands needed some support to dig and squeeze your fingers in something to keep your unhinged self-grounded.

Suguru hummed in contemplation. "Hmmm … while seeing and hearing our love in this state does please me greatly, this overall was supposed to cheer her up."

"Your cheering up brand is quite savage indeed." Shoko's apathetic tone made them both stifle a groan; Satoru's vibrating through your foot made you squeal louder, as he finally popped his mouth off your saliva covered minies.

"Alright, alright! We will," Satoru gave a big wet smooch to your topside. "I'd say we're even now."

Suguru kissed your other topside in the same manner, before their arms released your calves, moving off your thighs so they could lay your legs fully down on your rustled sheeted bed.

You breathed in and out your relief as tranquility came at last; giggles from ghost tickles slipping in, releasing your hold on Shoko's arm to fold yours and use them as your personal resting pillow. "Ah … f … freedom … thank you." You were now more exhausted but less depressing. Pro? Perhaps. For now, anyway.

"Y/n." You leaned your head into Satoru's smooth warm hand as he brushed your hair strands sticking to your forehead aside, rubbing your forehead before brushing your hair back in gentle motions, as he flopped down on his stomach on your right side, resting his cheek on his free forearm, the vibrant Six Eyes looking at you over his lowered shades, straightforward truth teeming in them. "In this life, you can't save everyone."

You frowned at that, blunt and to the point, when Suguru also flopped down the same way on your left side, his giant firm hand rubbing massaging circles on your back, surging with tender care, bringing blessed sighs out of you, as his eyes met yours next, teemed with solace. "Nor will the fear of the unknown go away just like that."

"We can't promise that nothing will happen to all of us later on down the line, either." Satoru's distaste for it showed.

"But we can promise that when they do, come what may, we'll give it our all." Suguru's empathy shined through in his beautiful almond eyes.

"We have to in order to be the strongest duo, after all." Satoru chuckled as his cheek nuzzled yours.

"Eh? And me?" You pouted.

"Then trio." Suguru pecked your lips just to see that smile of yours blossom.

"Ahem!" Shoko fake coughed, sitting against the front of the bed on the floor, plopping her head back, lips puckered and batting eyes at you all in fake sadness.

"Okay, squad then! Point being! Whatever comes our way, we face it together, as best we can. We are there for each other. None of us should be alone. Right?" Satoru's sincere toothy smile sealed the deal.

You sighed deeply. "Fine … but any more savage tickling cheering up schemes in the future are off the table! I swear to God –!"

"Hai hai." The duo agreed in unison as they each pressed a deep noisy smooch to your cheeks.

"Ehem." Shoko pointed at her own face, wanting smooches too. That brought laughs out of all three of you before you kissed her forehead, and the guys kissed her cheeks.

The downpour had finally ceased, and you fell asleep from the tiring experience that toppled the rest.

"Too precious for this kind of life, she is." Shoko smiled faintly as the guys kept their eyes on yourself, softly breathing, slowly lifting and lowering your slumbering self.

"Suguru? Those dreams of hers …"

"Premonitions, you mean?"

Satoru nodded. "It's been happening for weeks now."

"She could be a cursed Seer of sorts. See the future and all that." Shoko interjected.

"Her cursed energy has been increasing. Her output as well. Still … I say we keep close to her. Keep our guard up." Suguru suggested.

"And if Yaga-sensei sends her out solo tasking again?" Satoru dreaded that possible outcome.

"We should inform him of this. If a possible dire threat does arrive in our future, I'd suggest one of us go with her on missions just in case. We both can handle solo missions just fine."

"Then I call dibs~!"

Suguru's eyes narrowed intensely. "My idea, my dibs."

Satoru flared up. "Eh~?!"

Your groggy stirring mumbles alerted the bois to keep it down, your settling down leaving them puffing out their reliefs.

"Compromise then, Satoru~?"

Said man groaned. "You're lucky you're you."

Suguru chuckled at that before smooching his snowy haired lover over your resting head.

"Your throuple is a cursed miracle in and of itself, alright." Shoko murmured, toying with the cig between her lips.

Your throuple life story.

Cursed miracle indeed.

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nights ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ huening kai

huening kai x fem!reader , tags; established relationship , tiniest bit of angst , nsfw , emotional hurt/comfort , cute bf!kai , misunderstandings , he's had a long day, okay?!?! , u make it up to him tho!!! , kai luvs u , fluff , this is so soft i can only write soft stuff HELP , kai almost cries :(( , you call kai "angel"

warnings: smut (minors dni!!) , insecure kai , riding , unprotected sex , cumming inside , slight dom reader? u take the lead , marking (hickies) , praise praise praise , tit sucking , cockwarming

a/n: hiiii!! its been so long since i've posted a fic! currently wrapping up this semester :3 but thank you all for 350+ followers!!! i know it may seem small but all of your support really makes me so sososos happy and im so thankful for u all! now here's some cute bf kai for ur enjoyment hehe

wc: 3.2k+

“i am literally on the verge of quitting this damn job,” you groan with your phone pressed against your ear, lying horizontally on the couch in one of kai’s shirts and panties as some random drama plays on the t.v. in the background.

this has been going on for weeks—your lazy boss has been assigning you and your coworkers extra reports so he can go on vacation, leaving your entire division working overtime almost every night. you are both stressed and drained, fed up with your higher-up’s mistreatment.

“i hear you. how did we end up with the worst boss to grace this earth?” your coworker, sakura, whines into the mic in agreement.

the sound of keys at the door seizes your attention, pulling your phone away from your ear for a second to check the time. 9:15 p.m. kai’s schedule must’ve ended earlier today.

“hey, sakura, my boyfriend just got home so i’ll text you.” you give kai a small smile and wave as he enters your apartment, his exhausted eyes brightening at the sight of you. he slips his shoes and jacket off quietly as to not disturb your call while you and your coworkers say your goodbyes.

once you’ve hung up, you motion kai over to your spot on the couch as you try to sit up, giggling once his entire body flops directly on top of you. he buries his head into your clothed stomach, mumbling out a discernable sentence into your belly as his arms come to wrap around you. 

“what was that, angel?” you laugh out as he mumbles something again before his head turns to the side, his eyes closing as your fingers tangle into his hair.

“said i missed you. and you smell nice,” he speaks sleepily, nuzzling his cheek against your shirt. you let out a chuckle, gently running your fingers through his hair.

“i missed you too, angel. how was your day?” 

kai simply whines in response to your question and you take that as a good enough answer—you understand right away, tapping his cheek so that he can raise his head. he looks up at you, his fluffy hair bouncing a bit, falling into his eyes. your heart flips at the adorable sight. 

“rough day, hm?” you ask as you push his hair back and he nods with a little pout, his head flopping back down. 

“so busy,” is all he replies with and you automatically understand, your fingers massaging his scalp. “just gonna rest my eyes…”

and you’re sure he’s already falling asleep as he goes dead silent in your hold. you chuckle at your teddy bear of a boyfriend before your phone dings with a notification. you grab the device and you immediately have to suppress an annoyed groan at the email from your boss. you’ve already clocked out and he’s still assigning you more work.

you open your messages to text sakura.

you: he just emailed me another report to finish this week

you: like, can’t he do it himself???

you feel kai nuzzle himself further into you, shuffling around a bit before going still again. your hand is still mindlessly playing with hair before you get another notification.

sakura: and guess who just called me back in.

you: no way. is he being serious rn?

sakura: yup. completely.

sakura: he must’ve lost his mind

sakura: if he even had one to begin with

you: he’s literally so annoying wtf

you: i can’t stand him

you:  idk how much longer i can put up with him tbh

“can we watch a movie?” kai suddenly mumbles, his voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. you smile at his sleepy tone, your fingers stilling in his hair.

“i thought you were tired?” you inquire playfully.

“wanna spend more time with you,” kai speaks nonchalantly—but you’re sure your heart explodes in your chest at the simple words. you love him so much.

“let me go get some snacks and you pick the movie.”

it takes a good 2 minutes to finally get kai to move off of your body—complete with a few whines and grabby hands—but the mission is successful nonetheless. you toss your phone onto the couch before heading into the kitchen, rummaging around in the cabinets for popcorn.

it takes much longer than you intended, already hearing a movie begin to play on the screen as you pour the freshly popped food into a big bowl, grabbing some drinks out of the fridge as well.

kai gives you a stiff smile as you walk back into the room, arms full of snacks. you shoot him a questioning look, but his eyes are already glued back onto the t.v. screen. it is pretty dark, so maybe you didn’t see correctly—but you are sure you saw tears in his eyes too.

“you okay, angel?” you ask as you set the popcorn and drinks out on the coffee table, your eyes flickering over to him in between every movement. he looks over at you quickly before nodding slightly.

“mhm. just sleepy.” he offers you a faint smile before turning back to the movie. you feel a little uneasy at the response, but he did say he had a hard day and you don’t want to push him any further. you take a seat next to him, pulling your legs up to your chest before grabbing your phone to see if sakura has texted you back.

“babe…?” kai starts, slow and unsure. you lift your head from your phone to give him your attention, taking note of the way his hands wring in his lap, his leg bouncing anxiously.

“yea?” you ask, tossing your phone to the side to turn your body toward him. his eyes flicker up to yours nervously before darting away.

“i—nothing. nevermind,” he awkwardly laughs, shaking his head slightly as he tries to focus back on the t.v. 

worry fills your body at his actions—if there’s one thing you knew about kai, it would be when he has something on his mind. and you can tell there’s something on the tip of his tongue by the way his leg continues to bounce, his mind clearly off somewhere far away.

you pout a bit, moving to straddle his lap, successfully gaining his attention. his eyes shoot up to yours and it’s only now that you can clearly see the slight glossiness of his orbs, tears pooling in his waterline.

“angel, what’s wrong?” you ask, your hands immediately coming up to hold his face. kai rarely ever cries, especially around you, so your gut churns with concern as he bites his lip and looks away from you, hands clenched at his sides.

“i’m sorry,” kai mumbles out, looking down at his lap. you let out a tiny noise of disagreement, your thumbs grazing his cheeks in an attempt to comfort him—yet he still continues to avoid your eyes. 

“why are you apologizing?” you raise a hand to brush some of his dark hair out of his face. kai shakes his head again, his locks falling right back into his eyes.

“i’m sorry for being annoying—i just had a rough day and… i didn’t mean to be clingy and make you uncomfortable. i’m sorry, i won’t do it again. just—just don’t leave me, please.” 

all of kai’s words rush out in a single breath, his voice slightly cracking at that last sentence, his body trembling slightly. you struggle to keep up, your brows furrowed in confusion. 

“kai, angel, look at me,” you speak and despite his initial apprehension, his head lifts at your words. his eyes are shiny with tears as you cradle his face. “what are you talking about, my love? where is all of this coming from?”

“you… you left your phone unlocked when you got up—i didn’t mean to snoop but i saw your texts…” his voice is quiet and filled with sadness as he explains. your eyes widen as realization dawns on you, letting out a sigh of relief. this time kai’s head tilts in confusion, a pout settled on his lips. 

“kai, i was ranting about my boss. you know—how he’s been making me work overtime lately?” 

you watch with fondness as his cheeks redden, lips pursed shut. you can’t help but giggle as his hands shoot up to cover his face, covering your hands with his own.

“i’m so stupid,” his muffled voice sounds from behind his large hands. you laugh a bit—just because he’s so cute—moving your hands to pry his own from his face. an embarrassed smile rests on his lips and you are quick to peck them, once, twice, before leaning back.

“you’re not stupid, angel. it was just a little misunderstanding,” you giggle and he whines, his hands covering his face again. “come here, cutie.”

his harmonic laugh fills your ears as you lean in close to gently move his hands out of the way, kissing him again. you feel his body slowly unwind as your lips move against his, your hands replacing his own as you cup his cheek, pressing your body close to him. 

when you separate, he’s out of breath, his hands hovering at your sides as you gaze down at him lovingly. you notice how perfectly placed you are in his lap, slightly rolling your hips down onto him—his lips part at the action, his chest rising and falling quickly.

“just relax, angel. let me do the work, okay?”

 your hands are still on his cheeks as his eyes glimmer up at you, still wet and glistening. he nods in response, his mouth hanging open slightly as he stares at you in awe. so cute. you smile down at him before pressing your lips against his, your hands sliding into his hair.

kai softens into your touch, his hovering hands finally resting on your hips, holding you steady in his lap. you moan a bit as his teeth eagerly nip at your bottom lip, tongue swiping across shortly after to ease the sting. his hips move up against yours, trying to create any friction possible. he’s already hard, you notice, feeling his thick erection pressing against your core.

you pull away from the kiss to take a good look at his pretty face, his lips slick with your spit, a slight pink resting on his cheekbones. you can’t resist the urge to lean down to kiss up his jaw, pecking that spot under his ear that makes his body rack with shivers. he whines quietly as you suck marks onto his skin, still slightly sticky with sweat from his long day. 

“do you wanna fuck me, angel?” you whisper low in his ear—and he quite literally moans at your words, nodding quickly as his hands grip your hips tighter, his hips bucking up into your clothed core.

“yes, yes, please,” he pants, already tugging at your clothes to get them off of your body. you giggle at his enthusiasm, letting him pull your shirt over your head. the movie running in the background does little to nothing to cancel out the heavy breathing as you wrap your arms around kai’s neck, arching your back a bit as he takes one of your sensitive buds into his mouth. 

his tongue swirls around your nipple, his hands coming up to grope your boobs, loving how soft and bouncy there are. his hips move against you impatiently, but you know he won’t do anything without your word.

“my good boy,” you sigh out, the flashing lights from the t.v casting a sparkly reflection in his dark eyes. you smile dreamily at him, cupping the side of his face in your hand before you lean down to kiss him again. 

his hands roam your body with such determination and your mind grows muddled with every kiss to your chest and brush of his fingertips against your heated skin. you can feel yourself leaking through your panties as you grind against him. you sit back a bit to grab the bottom of his shirt, tugging it up.

“i wanna see you too,” you speak as you help him take it off. you’ll never get used to how gorgeous he is—you know he’s been working out even more recently, and the fruits of his labor are definitely starting to show. his pecs are prominent as you lightly drag your nails over his feverish skin, hearing the strained moan he lets out at the touch. always so sensitive. 

you trail your fingers down to his stomach and he lets his head fall back with a sigh. you lean in to press fluttery kisses to his bared neck and a low moan leaves his lips as you bite onto his skin. he smells like the cologne that you had gifted him for his birthday and the scent makes your stomach flip with anticipation. 

“all mine,” you mumble and his hips buck up again, his head lulling to the side to give you more access to his neck.

“all yours, all yours,” he echoes out, his hands running up and down the sides of your body. you feel your core pulse when he brings a hand down to rub your clit through your panties, rolling your hips against his fingers.

your actions are feverish as your fingers trail lower to the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling his pants and underwear back in one swift motion. his crying dick slaps against his stomach at the action, already leaking glistening precum that leaves a trail across his lower stomach. his tip is an angry red and you have to resist the urge to get down on your knees and have a taste for yourself.

kai’s hands are obediently still on your hips as he waits for your next move, eyes flickering across your face. you give him a small smile before placing your cupped hand right below his mouth, cocking your head to the side.

“spit.” 

and he does—a string of saliva leaving his mouth, dropping into the palm of your hand, dripping off of his lips. the broken moan that leaves his lips is music to your ears as you grab onto his erection with your slicked-up hand, spreading his own spit over the length. 

“you listen so well, angel,” you breathe out, watching as he preens at your praise, a tiny smile finding its way onto his face. he looks so gorgeous—with his dark hair roused and in his eyes, cheeks flushed, his beauty marks sitting on his skin like stars in the sky.

you lean in to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his lips, his tongue immediately swiping over your bottom lip. he pants into your mouth, whining softly when you squeeze his dick a little too hard, his hips shaking as he tries not to thrust up into your hand.

you have mercy on him though—already feeling yourself leaking onto his pants. you pull your panties to the side, lining yourself up with his dick. his eyes never leave yours, staring at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes as you rub his tip in between your folds; a whimper leaves his lips as you slowly sink down on him, your eyes fluttering at how full you already feel.

his dick is thick and long, filling you up perfectly—as if your cunt was made for him. your legs slightly shake at the feeling, your free hand resting on his shoulder to hold yourself steady as you begin to bounce on his cock, soft moans leaving your lips as his tip hits your cervix every time.

“so good, angel. so big, fuck,” you whine and kai’s fingers tighten on your waist, subtly helping you move up and down on him. your moans mix together beautifully, loving the way he whimpers when your walls clench around him, his hands running up your back and down your thighs, touching every part of you in his reach.

you can’t even chastise him when he begins thrusting up into you, his head thrown back against the couch as he watches you through hooded eyes. your bouncing tits put him in a trance, his hand coming up to brush over your hard nipples. your pussy gushes and soaks his lap, eyes screwed shut from how addicting his cock is, twitching inside of your cunt.

every thrust into your heat makes your stomach flip with pleasure, getting lost in the way his hips snap against yours perfectly. you can tell he’s getting close too by the way his rhythm falters—his moans are high and breathy, his body shaking slightly as you rock your hips back and forth.

“can i—fuck, can i cum, please?” kai stutters out as he lifts his head to rest his forehead against yours. 

“fill me up, angel. i’m all yours.” 

his heavy pants fan your lips and you capture his again, moaning at the way he hastily licks into your mouth. you can already feel your high crashing upon you with one last stroke, your own whimpers falling deaf to your ears as his moans tip you over the edge. your body buzzes with electricity as your pussy pulsates around him, feeling him pump his thick ropes of cum into you at the action.

you swallow his moans as his hips thrust up into you a few more times before slowing to a stop, his tongue swirling with yours, swiping over your teeth, pulling away to kiss down your neck—as if he can’t get enough of you. you let your body fall forward onto his chest, your breath fanning against his neck.

you’re both quiet as you come down from your highs, the movie on the screen long forgotten. once your arms stop feeling like jelly, you sit up, finding kai’s eyes easily in the darkness of the living room. 

he’s completely ruined—lips shiny and red, his neck and ears the same color. soft marks are already blooming on his skin from your ministrations and you find yourself lightly brushing over them, pressing into the bruises with the pads of your fingers. kai’s eyes don’t break away from your gaze as he bites his lip at the slight pain, his dick twitching inside of you. good to know.

“i love you, angel. you did so well,” you smile down at him and you swear his ears go even redder as your fingers stroke his hair. “please don’t ever think for a second that i would leave you, okay?” 

kai nods quickly, leaning into your touch like a puppy.

“i love you,” he responds, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into his chest. you let out a small noise of surprise at the quick movement, but melt into his embrace even quicker. his hold on you is strong as you rest your head against his shoulder.

“can we just stay like this for a bit?” kai mumbles, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. you giggle a bit, nodding in response. his dick is warm and snug inside of you, trapping his cum inside of you. his body feels like home against yours as he pecks your skin, and you let your eyes flutter shut in the arms of the one you love most.

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[buckyalpine]

hi love <3 if ur taking requests rn, I was wondering if you could do another secret relationship w bucky. i love love love your two fanfics with that trope.

with this one, could be it be that the reader is the newest (and youngest) avenger, is basically liquid sunshine, everyone on the team adores her, they’re all overprotective (esp nat, steve, and tony), yada yada yada. but they don’t know that she’s been secretly seeing bucky since like the third week she’s started. and with bucky, he’s her first everything, and she just falls so much in love with him (i need the fluff after reading those angsty fics)

thank you, and if you decid not to write this, that’s completely fine! the other thing I ask is just to take care of yourself and have a great day.

18+

You may have guessed my weaknesses by now but secret relationships and getting caught has this unholy choke hold on me and I will never let it go (also I'm so sorry I took forever to get to this, I loved this so much)

Warnings: FLUFFFF a lil bit of angst, implied smut 

"Bye y/n!"

“Be safe darling, call us if you need anything” Nat pressed a quick kiss to your head before boarding the jet. 

“Don’t let Barnes bite” Tony murmured, only half jokingly. If Bucky even thought of laying a finger on you, all hell would break loose, no one touched the team’s precious baby. You were the youngest and newest avenger to join the team and every single person was extremely protective over you, Tony, Steve and Nat especially. You were sunshine in a bottle and they made sure they took care of you at all times. 

That meant they’d whisk you away before missions got too risky. They’d fiercely fight anyone that tired to hurt you. That also meant  no one would ever get to break your heart because they’d screen any potential date you had. What they didn’t know was you had been dating Bucky from the third week you joined, which had been well over a year ago. 

It didn’t take long for you to fall for the super solider, especially when he roamed around the compound at night and you were a complete night owl. Passing smiles became late night walks. Late night rides on his motor bike. Late night hugs. Cuddles. Kisses. Moans and messes between the sheets...

You couldn’t actually tell anyone about the relationship. The team would have had Bucky’s head served on a platter for going anywhere near you. It pained you because you loved Bucky and while the team was protective over you, you were more protective over him. 

“It’ll be fine, you be careful though, okay?” Steve gave you a quick hug before following behind Nat, the team waving at you while you stood at the compound entrance. You waved back, watching the jet take off, your eyes growing wide when you felt someone behind you. 

“Hey baby” 

You yelped, feeling a thick pair of arms wrap around you, his beard tickling your skin as he buried his face into your neck “Do they know I bite you and kiss you and taste you and fuc-

“Oh my god James” You giggled, squealing when Bucky lifted you into his arms, peppering your face with kisses. “You couldn’t even wait 5 minutes for them to leave?” 

“Nope” He smirked, happily carrying you over to his room, dropping you onto his bed before flopping on top of you. “Couldn’t waste another second to get you all to myself. Now I can bite my girl as much as I want wherever I want” You giggled feeling Bucky’s fingers tickle your waist while he playfully nipped your skin, holding you in place “And no one can do anything about it” He said triumphantly. 

“You little perv” You narrowed your eyes at him, all clothes thrown off within seconds. 

“Only a little perv for you doll” 

“We can’t do anything Bucky, your still healing from the last mission” You rolled your eyes while he huffed dramatically, burying his face into your chest, hitching his leg over you. 

“Fine. Naked cuddles?” 

***** 

“C’mon, let’s go, time for drinks” 

The team had landed back from their mission with plans in place to go to the bar after reports were done. Tony was the first to head down, followed by the rest. You and Bucky sat on opposite ends of the couch without making eye contact, waiting for everyone to join before heading out. 

Moments earlier in Bucky’s room

“And where do you think you’re going looking like that baby” Bucky caught your arm as you passed his room, quickly pulling you inside. 

“Bucky, they’ll see us” You whispered warningly, your mind turning to mush as he pressed his body against yours, nipping your jawline. 

“Can’t help it, I won’t get to kiss you all night” Bucky pouted, nuzzling into your neck. “I just want a kiss” 

You giggle, cupping his face and pulling him down for a sweet kiss. You tried to pull away but Bucky chased your lips, claiming you again. 

“Bubba, you said one kiss” 

“Just one more”

“Noo, that was too short, one more?”

*intense puppy eyes* 

“Please?” 

10 kisses later  

“Looks like that’s all of us, FRIDAY, tell Happy to pull the cars around” The team piled into a few cars; no one had the intention of driving when they all fully intended on drinking their body weight in alcohol. 

The night was going smoothly. You sat in the booth with Nat and Wanda while the guys headed off to the bar to grab a few more drinks. You had a light buzz, doing your best to keep the goofy grin that kept trying to sneak on your face each time you turned back to see your beautiful boyfriend. All black outfit. His dark grey arm. The gold accents. His chestnut hair. Stubble. His blue eyes. Pink lips. Perfect nose. His eyes twinkled as he glanced over at you, a tiny smirk playing on his lips. A man passed Bucky, pausing in front of him. You could see the light from his face drop. 

“Can’t believe they let people like you out” 

You blinked. Surely you heard wrong. 

“Honestly, who let him in here” 

You didn’t. 

Bucky swallowed thickly, frozen in place while Steve came to his side, placing himself between the two men. 

“Do we have a problem here?”

“I think so, why the hell is the winter solider allowed to be out in public” 

Tony and Sam made their way over but not quick enough. It took you less than three strides, shoving yourself in front of Steve, your hand itching to to grab the knife in your thigh holster. 

“What the fuck did you say to him?” Your voice came out a growl through gritted teeth, daring the man to continue. He was only slightly taller than you, but that didn’t phase you, you had taken on worse. 

“You heard me. What the fuck you gonna do about it princess” The man sneered, while Tony and Sam tried to intervene, but you weren’t having it. You grabbed the man by the throat, easily slamming his face against the wooden table of the bar, pressing his face onto the hard counter. You smirked that the tooth that had fallen out, your hands squeezing around his neck tighter the more he tried to pull away. 

“You say that about him again” You hissed, holding the man in place while he continued to squirm. You were relentless, no one, absolutely no one spoke about your Bucky that way. “Don’t you fucking dare” 

“Baby, let him go” Bucky called for you softly, his hands gently gripping your shoulders. You could feel the warmth of his hands melting onto your skin, reluctantly letting go of the man while he dropped to the floor, wheezing. Bucky carefully pulled you away towards him, his heart beating out of his chest because he had some how fallen even more in love with you. 

“Are you okay bubba?” You cupped his face, while he gazed down at you with heart eyes, leaning into your touch. 

“Why wouldn’t I be, I have my own little body guard looking out for me” Bucky whispered before pulling you in for a kiss, completely forgetting (although honestly not caring) that everyone was staring at you both. Steve had the man thrown out, joining the rest in the staring immediately after. 

The team blinked wide eyed, everyone frozen in place. So many questions. First at their little sun shines out burst. You hardly swore let alone raised your voice. You’d once apologized for punching someone too hard. Now you were breaking teeth? 

Why the fuck did you call Bucky bubba? He’s a 6′5 trained assassin. You hadn’t dated anyone since you arrived. Bucky and you never even spoke. Why was he looking at you like that. Now he called you baby? 

“What the hell...” 

You broke out of your trance with Bucky to see Steve, Nat and Tony staring you while Sam and Clint smirked. Tony was the first to speak up, motioning between you and Bucky. 

“You want to explain this?” 

“I love him and he’s mine” You stated matter of factly, wrapping your arms around Bucky protectively. “All mine” 

Bucky couldn’t help but melt into your embrace, his arms hugging you tightly to him. He’d never had anyone love him so fiercely; other than Steve, no one had ever thought to protect him. He’d spent years protecting himself and then you came along. This little drop of sunshine that turned into fire when someone tried to hurt him. 

“All yours huh?” Tony mused while you nodded, your face buried in Bucky’s chest. “Well he’s not special, he has to pass the screening if he wants to date you”

Steve snorted while Bucky looked at the team with wide eyes, their faces all dead serious. 

“What, who said you get to date our baby without permission. Question 1 Barnes, what are your intentions with our y/n?” 

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[avenging-fandoms]

I feel like Pedro is craving love so badly but doesn’t allow himself to fall for anyone because he is so scared to be hurt again. This man 😭

I would love to read a fluffy/angsty one shot where he does fall in love before he even realize it and he gets scared and fuck things up. Maybe they can be friends at first. I want to cry and die.

this tiktok of pedro talking fits so well with this fic.

Part 2

You were the light Pedro needed. The breath of fresh air. He was drowning- and you pulled him to safety. He was thankful for you every single day.

It was an accident that you met Pedro, but you're thankful you did. You were walking out of you coffee shop in Los Angeles and not paying attention to where you were walking, bumping into Pedro and spilling your iced coffee on you in the meantime.

"Oh, my goodness I'm so sorry" he scrambled to grab napkins and you thanked him with a smile, patting yourself dry. Thankfully you wore a black hoodie, but you still smelled of vanilla and coffee. "Here, let me buy you another one. This place has the best coffee and I bumped into you"

You smile. "Thank you" He lead you to the counter, and you ordered your coffee again.

"Didn't you just get a coffee, boss? Did I not make it right?" Dylan asked behind the counter and you shake your head.

"No, Dylan. I accidentally bumped into my friend here and I'm wearing your masterpiece" Dylan smiles and takes Pedro's order, taking his car and you two meet at the pick up counter.

"Boss?" he asks and you nod with a small curve of your lip.

"I have owned this coffee shop for almost 6 years now"

"No way, that's amazing. You guys are amazing. I pop in here from time to time and my coffee always tastes the same"

Pedro would could in frequently and ask for you every time. You two would split a banana bread and chat over coffee, really getting to know each other. Your employees teased you about it, they loved that their boss was finally falling in love.

You and Pedro were attached at the hip. He would take you traveling, on set, he loved showing you everything about his life and you loved watching it. Every time he looked at you, he thanked the skies for sending an angel in the shape of you.

It was the season finale for The Last of Us and you threw a party for just you and Pedro. You shut off the lights and throughout the show, you slowly leaned towards Pedro and end up crying on his shoulder.

The credits rolled through and you sat up, wiping your eyes as you look at Pedro. The only thing making you able to see Pedro's face was the thumbnail of the show. "Fuck, Pedro. You did an amazing job"

"Thank you sweetheart. Means a lot" he rubs your back and his eyes meet yours.

There was that feeling again. The feeling of loss. The gut put that leaves a bruise that healed on the outside but hurts every time you move. He saw every way he could lose you, and he saw every way he loved you.

"I have to go" Pedro quickly stood up and slid on his shoes, grabbing his sweater.

"Pedro, what happened? Did I do something?" you stood up and let the blanket fall off of you, turning on the light as you watched him scramble for his keys.

"I can't.. I can't do this" he breathed and slammed the door behind him, leaving you holding your jaw open as your eyes burned.

You lock the door and sulk back to the couch, flopping on the cushions and looking at the screen. Your guy.

Your body shook with sobs and your mouth let out the loudest cry. Your arms cradled your body, jaw numb from how hard you were crying. What did you do wrong? What happened in that millisecond time frame?

You calmed yourself down and sat up, writing an email to your employees that you would be taking the week off but would be popping in to see how everything was going.

You spent the week avoiding anything Pedro, but it was difficult when he was your world. And when he was all over it. When you dragged yourself into the coffee shop, you took down the pictures of you and Pedro off the Polaroid board, stuffing them in your pocket.

"Hey, Boss. How you holding up?" Dylan asked as he sat in the break room. He could see your red eyes and put down his phone. "Do I have to beat him up?"

You laugh and sniffle, Dylan giving you a side hug. "I just don't know what I did wrong. He freaked and left" you huff and he rubs your arm.

"My ex boyfriend did something like that. I still never found out why" Dylan said and you nod, patting his back.

"Thanks, Dyl. Keep up the great work" he nods and you head to the floor, checking on inventory and the employees while putting a fake smile on your face. They all could tell something was wrong, and they knew what it was, they just didn't want to make you anymore upset.

You headed home and rotted in the corner of your couch. Your body was sewed into the couch, crying on and off all day. You missed Pedro. You wanted to text him, call him. But he didn't want that, he made it clear.

You just wanted your guy back.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal imagines #pedro pascal blurb #pedro pascal blurbs #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal angst #rpf #real person fiction

[bougiebutchbitch]

I'm sorry to hear about ofmd, it was so important for so many

<3 it's still a good, fun show and I do still recommend it - albeit with caveats that Ed's so-called redemption arc is really badly written and the main disabled character is treated atrociously.

If you watch through to the penultimate episode of Season 2, you can pretend (as I did until the finale aired lmao) that they're going to actually pull together the threads of Ed feeling remorse and wanting to become a better person in a meaningful way, and that they're not gonna do All That Bullshit with Izzy. And that, um, there is some actual consistency to both Stede and Ed's arcs and characterisation....

I do hope there'll be a Season 3 at some point, from another studio, if only for other fans who enjoy the show, but I won't be watching unless there are radical writing changes made. And, um, more physically disabled people on the writing team lmao.

Still, good shows that become massive flops aren't exactly unusual (:stares at GoT:) and at least this has spawned a wealth of fix-it fic where Ed takes genuine steps towards accepting responsibility for his abusive actions, with Stede and the crew he didn't hurt as his support network, and his victims all heal slowly and find something approaching an actual happy ending. And, obviously, the guy who got abused and became traumatically disabled and had a huge mental health crash and tried to kill himself, then healed with the help of his found family, didn't do a complete 180 in the final episode on his deathbed and declare that his abuser was in the right, actually, and that he wants to die lmaoooo

can you tell I'm still salty

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd cancellation #ofmd critical #ofmd s2 #ofmd izzy #izzy hands #tw abuse #tw ableism

[v3nusxsky]

Could you please write a lesso and dovey agere fic, where r is scared of thunderstorms and just needs to be held by her mommy and mama?? Maybe either lesso or dovey gets home before the other one does and finds r crying because of the storm, and r cannot calm down until both lesso and dovey are home with her?? Thank you so much, your writing is really amazing!! <333

Too loud|Agere

*Authors note~ Agere is saving my life rn ngl especially being sat in a car with my ex high school bully who is now my younger brothers gf*

Trigger warnings~ little r mana lesso and momma Dovey thunderstorms sensory overload fear suckling on boob?

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

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You had slipped about an hour ago, Dovey telling you to go and colour while she finished up her work before she would come and give her angel all the attention you could ever ask for. You were happily colouring in a picture when you heard it. At first your little mind thought it wasn’t real, after all there was nothing to follow it and no rain. It couldn’t possibly be a storm. Not while you were alone.

The second clap was louder than the first and it had you scurrying into the corner of the room hands over your ears as you rocked yourself in an attempt to self soothe. You still had tears flowing down your cheeks as your body shook with fear. No matter how tightly your hands were pressed over your ears nothing seemed to dull the sounds. The first flash had a frightened squeal escaping you, your colouring long forgotten as all your little brain could process was you were alone and scared.

The first clap of thunder alerted Clarissa to the oncoming storm, instantly packing up her office and heading to the room you shared with your girlfriends. The thought of her baby alone and scared had her feet moving at an unimaginable speed. And the way she found you absolutely broke her heart. “Oh my little Angel, momma is here baby” she whispered coming to kneel in front of you. Through your teary eyes you knew it was momma and threw yourself into her awaiting arms.

You freed up on hand by pressing your ear above Clarissa’s heart. Sobbing for momma and mama as the storm raged on. “Mama” you blubbered, “no safes momma need mama!” It was truly heart breaking to see you in such a state but as your panic built so did all the sensations you were feeling, everything is loud, the clothes you are wearing feeling uncomfortable and scratchy while any touch to your skin felt like fire. “Off! Hurts off” you cried tugging at your clothing and skin in an attempt to make it feel better only to be startled by another clap of thunder causing you to flop to the floor and curl up in a ball sobbing, “mama! Momma! Momma make better mommy help”

Leonora heard your refer to Clarissa as mommy which showed how distraught you were. Only in moments or panic would you call her that, just like lesso became da in those moments. Your brain reverting smaller than you would usual allow yourself to go. “Oh baby mama is here now too” Lesso muttered coming sit near you both. “How long?” She whispered to Dovey who is still trying to help you through the sensory overload. “About five minutes? How much longer for the storm do you think?” You were oblivious to the conversation but another clap of thunder followed seconds later by a strike of crisp white lightning had you sandwiching yourself between the two women who held you tight.

Lesso lifted you to the bed where the two women snuggled up with you, you now finally able to begin the climb down from your panic. Leonora knew you needed Dovey so she decided to suggest you have some special momma time. You happily took that idea but whined in protest at the red head leaving the bed. So that’s how you found yourself with a topless Clarissa suckling on her breast, as Leonora ran her fingers soothingly down your back. This never failed to soothe you.

A clap of thunder sounded causing you to become scared and Clarissa’s nipple to slip from your lips. Angry whines came from you causing lesso to guide your head back to her breast, chuckling at how you instantly became calm once more. Your eyes fluttering shut as you fought sleep. “Shhh princessa you can sleep baby, mama and momma are here and you’re safe my darling” she whispered before kissing your head and Clarissa’s lips sweetly. On nights like this it was always cherished by the redhead. One day this would be a reality, mana momma and mommy, but you’d always be her princessa no matter what happens.

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #anon requested #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #cg lesso #leonora lesso x reader #lesso x dovey #lady leonora lesso #lady lesso x you #mama lesso #momma Dovey #clarissa dovey mother #clarissa dovey #dean of good #dean of evil x reader #dean of evil #little r #agere fic

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Broken Arm - Alexia Putellas x Reader

A/n: a short piece that came into mind when I was making lunch during halftime of the NLD today... although I should be working on part 2's and part 3's of other fics... oh well, i'm supposed to be trying to sort my life out but instead i'm writing fics to distract from my anxiety ✌🏼

Summary: you break your arm on international duty and return to your club in a cast, activating your teammates' overprotective mode, but all you want is to be next to your love.

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Breaking your forearm on international duty wasn’t something that was on your bucket list. Landing on your arm after a poorly timed tackle that flipped you through the air wasn’t something you could control through. Putting your arms out in front of you so you didn’t land on your head was the only thing you could control, how you felt your arm crack as you landed on it hurt. You couldn’t stop the tears down your cheeks, no matter how desperate you were to hold them in. The cameras were on you as you laid on the grass, cradling your arm, waiting for the medics to get you off the pitch.

Heading to the hospital, your arm was x-rayed, finding what had been assumed by the audible crack and how you were struggling with movements involving your arm. It was broken.

Your national team ended up losing the game, the opposing team had been brutal throughout the match, and after taking you out, they had had time to score another goal.

“Don’t blame yourself.” was what you were told over and over, but you couldn’t help but feel like you’d scared your teammates with your injury, but the injury itself? Not your fault.

It took a while to get you back to Barcelona, luckily your team had had one final match before the international break was over, but you needed to get your arm sorted out and approval to fly back to Spain from your doctor.

“I do not advise you to keep watching that.” 

Glancing up from where you were sitting watching the video someone had uploaded to YouTube of your injury over and over, you met the sports psychologist’s eye, letting out a sigh as you closed the app and put your phone down on your thigh.

“When can I fly back to Barcelona?” you asked, leaning your head back onto the back of the chair before trying to fold your arms. The sports psychologist watched as you grimaced at your arm.

“The airline requires you to wait at least 48 hours after your cast is fitted, in case of risk of swelling in your arm that could affect your circulation. There’s talk of your cast being split before you fly, then you’ll have it re-casted by your doctor in Barcelona.” 

“Okay, thank you. I just want to go home.” You explained, jolting slightly as your phone vibrated on your thigh, unlocking your phone to see your international teammates had texted the group chat, wanting to check in on you.

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Arriving back in Barcelona from international duty, your first stop, annoyingly, was the hospital, but you had your cast sorted out then headed home to flop into bed, the exhaustion and stress of everything knocking you out. You’d tried to sleep on the plane, but keeping your arm steady was more distracting than anything.

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You had to get to the training ground early to talk to the staff about your arm. Everything else worked, you could still play since you weren’t a goalie, but you knew your arm needed time to heal and you’d be in the cast for at least 6 weeks.

Heading out of the medical room, you went to pick up your phone from where you had left it in the locker room with your bag.

“You’re finally here!” Aitana began to tease before her face fell, eyes landing on your casted arm.

“What happened to your arm?”

“This happened on international duty?”

“Who did this to you?”

“Can we kill them?”

“Okay, first, not late, I’m on rest for at least a week, because I landed on my arm and broke it after a nasty tackle whilst playing for my national team, and, I don’t want to tell you who did it now you’ve just asked if you can kill them, I can’t get you guys out of a murder charge.” You looked at each teammate as you answered their questions, from Aitana to Patri, to Sandra to Leila and Mapi.

The rest of your teammates all lingered in varying proximities to you, varying amounts of concern on their faces as the overprotectiveness activated.

It didn't help that they weren't there when you were hurt, since it was international duty and you weren't playing against any of their national teams.

“But who did it-” Mapi began but she was cut off as a familiar video began to play on Jenni’s phone, leaving you to grimace as your teammates watched the incident video you’d watched over and over (until the sports psychologist advised you not to, then nearly took your phone away when you watched it again).

“Do we play them any time soon? Can we take them out?” Leila asked, wondering if she should be googling the next international games but Alexia sighed.

“Training, girls!”

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Sitting on the sidelines of the pitch with the drinks coolers instead of in the stands (where you should have been), you sipped your drink and continued to observe the rest of your teammates' training.

A knee bumping yours ever so slightly broke your concentration as you realised the girls had gone for a water break, turning to meet the eyes of your concerned captain, but she was a lot more than that to you.

“How are you?” Alexia brought her drinks bottle to her mouth, her hand about to rest on your thigh but she decided against it after her eyes lingered on your cast for too long.

“I’m not made of glass, you can touch me,” moving Alexia’s hand so it rested on your thigh, you could feel her hand tense against your skin for a moment before relaxing again as your arm wrapped around her.

“I’m better after I seeing you. All I wanted after they took me off the pitch was to come home and be with you. Nothing else mattered, I was stuck in a loop waiting, watching that video over and over… you know I have to wrap the cast in a bag just to shower? Looks ridiculous.” You admitted, resting your head on Alexia’s shoulder as you talked, her eyes not leaving your cast, even as she rested her head on top of yours slightly, snorting slightly at the thought of you in the shower with your forearm in a bag.

Her fingers drew patterns on your thigh as she listened to you speak, smiling softly at the atmosphere as you yawned slightly.

“Can we sign your cast?” It was Jana who had approached, Clàudia lingering behind out of shyness, plus she didn’t want to interrupt whatever was going on between you and her captain.

“If the others give up plotting to murder the player that tackled me, yes, you can sign it later. Otherwise, no way, it’ll end up as evidence when they’re on trial for murder.” You bargained, watching as the two young players ran off to go ask the others about their murder plan.

“Can I sign it?” Alexia’s tone was playful as she turned to look at you, her thumb rubbing circles into your thigh as she smiled.

“Later, I don’t have a sharpie on me… can you sign my lips with yours in the meantime?” You proposed, pouting as Alexia laughed then leaned in to kiss you, but then, a whistle blew, reminding the girls to get back to the drills.

“You owe me!” You called out, watching Alexia get up and walk away with a smile on your face as she threw a grin back at you.

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Taking a nap on a couch in the physio room was not part of your itinerary, but you’d gone there whilst Alexia was practising her free kicks, talking to the physio about your arm. Next thing you knew, you were asleep.

Fingers gently running down your cheekbone were the thing to stir you as you let out a small whine, hearing Alexia chuckle and kiss your forehead as you began to get up.

“Where- what time is it?” You murmured, accepting the affection as you nuzzled into Alexia, getting up from the couch.

“Time to go home, mi amor. The girls have already gone, but they left you a present.” Alexia pointed out, gesturing to your cast as you gave her a confused pout, before letting out a groan.

“I swear if anyone drew a dick on it…” You grumbled, glancing over your cast at all the signatures, little messages and doodles that covered it, your annoyed look fading quickly.

“You didn’t write anything?” You glanced up, raising an eyebrow as your fingers ran over a message from Irene.

“I owe you this first.” Alexia reminded you, kissing you gently on the lips before pulling away with a smile, “you can have more at home.”

“I like that idea, the girls better give up on their murder plot now though.” You replied but Alexia’s laughter left you rolling your eyes, her arm wrapped around your waist as the two of you went to get your things and head home.

Your teammates would most likely not let what happened to you on international duty go as quickly as you hoped they would.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #barcelona femeni x reader #barcelona femeni imagine #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #barcelona femeni imagines

[rexc0re]

They’ll always have each other.

A Serenity Fic

A/N: Haiiiii this is the first fic of Serenity :3 You might have already read this on twitter but I write everything on here and the format is better, I just post there cause it always flops here lol (im so sad), BUT!!! It is here now and eventually there will be a master list for this Au <3 Feel free to send asks with questions or comments Abt the au!!! ENJOY!

Warnings: Blood, Injury, Panic attacks, Angst

Fight back.

I can’t.

They need you.

I’m so tired.

Get up.

He’s alive.

Alive, and awake. On the cold hard floor of the mall. The last thing Sneeg remembered was being thrown to the ground and brutally attacked by that wire monster. Now, here he was. Alive. With a barely recognizable mangled leg but, alive.

Get up. He needed to get up. He needed to find his friends. He needed to make sure they were alright. It took forever but, he eventually got up. Shaky legs, blood pooling, but he was up. God it was so painful to stand. But he had to. He needed to go back. He said he would. He promised.

Sneeg limped through the mall. Past the empty stores. Past every exit he saw even with everything in his body telling him to leave he stayed. He had people to stay for. People he needed to fight to get back and get out with him.

He walked past yet another empty store until he heard it. The cries of agony. The sobs of pain. Charlie’s sobs.

“Fuck…oh god it hurts…This fucking sucks….”

“Charlie? Charlie holy shit it’s you you’re alive!”

“Sneeg?? Is it really you? Oh my god it’s you you’re here you’re here oh my god.”

Sneeg stumbled into the room to find Charlie on the ground, his stomach covered in blood. He was badly injured. But he was alive. Sobbing his eyes out at the sight of Sneeg. But alive. Just ike Sneeg. They were alive. And they had each other.

The hug they shared was gentle yet they held such a strong grip on each other. Charlie couldn’t stop crying, neither could Sneeg. It seemed that everything had been taken from them and they were left to rot away in a mall where no one would find them. Yet, here they are. Alive and with each other. Despite everything, they had each other.

—

The box closed.

I’m bleeding out.

I’m bleeding out.

It’s almost over.

Ranboo was in so much pain he could only think about the sweet ending he was soon to receive. It needed to be over. The ache in his hands, the pounding of his head, and the blood. It was icy cold against the skin which held his spasming muscles. They’ve never felt such discomfort.

The darkness was calling his name. Until the light started to drag them back.

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They’d been stumbling around the mall for what seemed like hours. So many empty rooms, so many endless halls. No Ranboo. Until the red light drew them in. The unforgiving red stained the walls like blood as it shined out of the room from where it was sourced.

Sneeg and Charlie knew something was wrong. To their dismay, they were right. Upon the back wall of that room was..Ranboo. He was tied to the wall his hands secured with wires that dug into their skin. A box, around their head. Blood, pouring down their chest.

Charlie immediately panics and bursts into tears and limps his way towards Ranboo. “Fuck no nonono sneeg HELP ME SNEEG please god no we have to get it open.” Sneeg stands in shock. Charlie keeps rambling in panic before he turns to Sneeg, his face covered in tears. Through his own tears Sneeg steps forward and attempts to open the box as Charlie frees Ranboos hands.

With a few painful tugs and a slew of curses, Sneeg gets the box open.

—

The ringing won’t stop. There’s light? He’s pretty sure it’s light. Are their eyes open? He can’t tell for some reason. Oh no. He’s falling. Someone’s holding onto them. The ringing still hasn’t stopped. He’s pretty sure his eyes are open but he can’t see. Why can’t they see??

Nononono who’s holding onto them. Who’s touching their hands, their face. He needs to get away. They’re going to hurt him. Ranboo begins to fight back. Kicking, hitting, flailing as hard as he can. Every little movement burns. Everything hurts the bloods still flowing the ringing won’t stop. He. Can’t. See. But the tears and need to leave overpower.

“PLEASE NO LET ME GO PLEASE NONONO DONT TOUCH ME”

The hands hold him down. Someone has their arms around his chest and arms hugging him close to their chest. Another has their hands holding down their legs. He’s held still now but still sobbing and begging to be let go. He can’t be put back into these shows he needs to leave. They’re so weak now, their cries coming out quieter.

“Let me go…please. I promise I won’t tell anyone, please let me go.”

The one holding his arms speaks. He recognizes their voice finally as it registers over the prominent ringing in his ear.

“It’s me Ran, it’s Charlie! I got you, I’ve got you. It’s me and Sneeg I promise we’re not gonna hurt you I know ur scared but it’s us kid it’s okay it’s okay i promise.”

Ranboo hiccups, and gently moves his arms underneath Charlie’s to grab at his hand. Their other arm, trembling, reaches for Sneegs. They both let him hold their hands. Ranboo shifts to lay against Charlie listening to his heart beat and feeling Sneegs through his wrist.

“We’ve got you bud. I told you I’d come back. You’re safe. Relax”

Ranboo still felt so much pain. As he laid in Charlie’s arms. Even when they got in that car and he leaned against Sneeg. The pain was still there, along with the ringing and his lack of vision. But there was also something new. Something they hadn’t felt in a while.

Calm and Peace.

His life had been hell the past three days and the three of them had been through so much. They’d lost everything they had. That mall had stripped them down of everything that made them, them and left them with practically nothing.

But it did leave them with one thing; Eachother. They always had eachother. Throughout it all. And it was then that Ranboo realized something new in the back of that beat up old car.

He was always going to have his brothers. Charlie and Sneeg. They were always going to have each other. And with that they were always going to be safe. They brought each other safety, love, and one very important thing.

Serenity.

#serenity au #generation loss #generation loss fanart #ranboolive #ranboo #slimecicle #sneegsnag #leia writes #writing #Spotify #tw blood #tw injury #tw panic attack #tw angst

[nexysworld]

Heyyy whassup!! I love your blog 🥰 I saw that your requests for Leon are open so I’d like to request, if you don’t mind, a (very self indulgent ik) (re4) Leon x reader in which his gf has an important sports competition coming up and she’s a little sad cause he said I couldn’t go see her bc he’s on a mission or something but then surprises her by showing up and she’s like “😍😳” cause he’s being all supportive and all??? You can make it headcanons or a fic I don’t really mind, just do what you’re most comfortable with.

Again sorry if this doesn’t make sense or is just too specific, I’m just IN LOVE with this man and I want him in my life 😩😩 thanks a lot if you decide to write it hun 🥰

Hiii!! Thanks so much for the request, this prompt was super sweet and I love it! Forthright, I don't know a single thing about sports, but, I have watched Yuri on Ice and was obsessed with that Disney movie about ice skating when I was younger so....that's what I went with. I hope that counts? (ps sorry to anyone who participates in that sport if it's not accurate.) 🙏🙏 Requests are Open 🖤 Fic/Request Master List ~ But You Promised ~

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Leon Tags: Fluff Word Count: 923

“I’m sorry, I know how important it is to you. You know if it was my choice, I’d be there.” His words hurt, but it was even worse that he wasn’t telling you in person, just a staticky phone call. “I don’t understand. I thought you said you took time off work, and that it was already approved. Besides you just got back from a trip, you don’t even get time to come home and rest before another one?”  “Well, it was approved. Look, this new mission is really important, something only I can assist with. Trust me, I tried asking if they could send someone else.” 

“But you promised.” “I know, unfortunately, matters of national security trump vacation time and skating competitions.” “Yeah, yeah, I get it. Just, stay safe. I’ll see you when you get back, whenever that is. Love you. Bye.” You didn’t give him time to respond before you ended the call. Normally you didn’t give Leon grief about his job, you knew it was important, you knew it was dangerous. This time around though you couldn’t contain the disappointment. Not only did he sound dismissive, but you’d always had lingering doubts that he didn’t really care much about your skating career. You guess you could understand if that was true, figure skating isn’t usually something all the guys are into – but still, this was the most important competition you had qualified for so far! 

Sighing you slumped down onto the couch. You felt bad for hanging up on him, ultimately you knew it was just the nerves from the upcoming competition feeding into your insecurities and negative emotions. Leon was a good boyfriend, he did care. Besides, maybe it was a good thing if he wouldn’t be there, then he wouldn’t have to watch you flop if it all went to hell. It didn’t matter anyway you couldn’t do anything about the situation and there wasn’t much time, you had to finish packing and get out the door before you would miss your plane. It was only a few days until the competition and there was a lot to be done. Final outfit try-on, practice run-throughs, the works.

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The day of the competition things were not going well at all. Your costume was late arriving from the tailor’s, you’d realized you left your makeup bag at home, and to make matters worse your practice runs were abysmal. You kept failing to land jumps, hitting doubles when they were supposed to be triples, and bad timing on the music. 

Your stomach was in knots and you had no idea what was wrong with you. You’d done the routine at home successfully a million times! At this rate, you could pretty much kiss your career goodbye, along with your dignity. 

It was about 5 minutes until your turn was up, it took all of your willpower to hold back the nausea your anxiety was causing. You bounced your leg against the floor and chewed on your nails nervously, not even realizing someone had come up behind you. “Sorry I’m late, Baby.” You’d recognize that voice anywhere, whipping your head around to see him. “Lee, you made it? But how–” He silenced your question by pulling you into a tight bear hug, connecting your lips. Your heart was doing flips in your chest just from pure happiness. You noticed he was still wearing his work clothes minus the weapons, he looked a mess, exhausted, but he was still here. “Worked fast, got back early. Had them fly me right here.” He pulled away so he could look down at you and get a better view of your face. “I didn’t feel right breaking my promise, plus I was really looking forward to cheering you on.” “I’m really sorry about hanging up on you when we talked. I’m so glad you’re here.” “That? Don’t even worry about it, I didn’t blame you for being upset at all…. are you alright though? You look a little pale.”

“Nerves...I don’t think I can do this.” You admitted softly. “I kept fumbling the practice runs and…”

The moment was interrupted by the announcement of your name indicating it was your time to start. “Nonsense Sweetheart. You’re going to do great, I’ve seen you skate at home, you’re amazing. You just have to loosen up and not think so hard.” Leon kissed you on the cheek before he had to walk away and take his seat next to your coach. “Break a leg baby…well maybe don’t do that…” he called awkwardly. It made you laugh and roll your eyes before you dropped your jacket and stepped out onto the ice. Maybe he was right, you just needed to let loose a little. As you slid out into the center of the rink, you took a deep breath to try and clear your mind as the lights adjusted. Right as the music began you looked around and saw Leon standing next to your coach. He looked so… ridiculous. In one hand he was holding up a huge obnoxious sign he had made with markers and glitter, on the other he wore a white #1 Fan mitten. To complete the ensemble he’d also put on a sparkling purple jacket with your name written in huge silver letters -- you had no idea where he'd even gotten that from. It was equal parts motivating and embarrassing, something so very Leon. Why had you ever doubted him before?

Immediately you knew you were going to rock things. How could you not with your number one fan right there?

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[luveline]

hi jade! i read you were a bit anxious, so i just wanted to say that we're all here for you and i hope you feel better soon <3

can request something for those little blurbs you're gonna write? if not, you can just ignore this!! but maybe something similar to what you wrote for remus a while ago about him seeing reader's sh scars for the first time, but for sirius? i feel really insecure about mine sometimes and some sirius being a really good and understanding bf would be lovely! <3

thank you and have a great day/night :)

Hi! Thank you, and thank you for your request! This is my favourite Sirius fic I've ever written, I hope you like it!! fem!reader, tw implied/mentioned self-harm

"That was a good time, huh?" you ask. 

Sirius smiles to himself in the mirror, pulling at the knot of his tie. "Anywhere is a good time with you, my love," he says, with an air of drama and yet entirely genuine. 

He peeks out into the adjoining bedroom and watches you cover a smile with the back of your hand, sitting at the end of the hotel bed. Your fingers curl into a fist. 

He really likes having this effect on somebody. To inspire not lust, but a flustered affection in you, is a sacred pleasure. You catch him watching you and your expression screws up. You flop down on your back. 

"Don't be embarrassed," he says lightly. 

You kick a half-hearted foot in his general direction. Which is another thing completely, your thighs all soft now you've sat down, looking really, really squishable. Why hasn't he noticed how lovely your thighs are before? 

Of course he has. But this is his first time seeing you in a dress.

"Have I mentioned how stunning you look today?" he asks, tie peeled from his neck, fingers working the two highest buttons of his shirt open. 

"Only all day." 

He hums and joins you in the bedroom, kneeling on one knee beside your plush thighs. The mattress dips with his weight, and his hands fall to your waist for balance. 

Your dress has risen all the way to the lace edge of your underwear, and usually that would command his attention, but he's stopped short by a surprising discrepancy. Uniform lines, bold and less so, climbing the top of your thigh. He assumes there are more to follow under the thin skirt of your dress. 

He reaches out without thinking, squeezes, and then pulls his hand back. "Sorry," he says, a murmur, unlike himself. He looks up and away from your thigh, meeting your startled gaze. "Sorry, doll, I should've asked." 

You take a second. You smile a small smile. "No, it's okay. I knew you'd see them eventually, and I… I didn't want to always have to be in the dark, with you." 

That's a dot connected. Siri, could we turn the lights off? 

"Do you still–" 

"No." You lift a hand and he lowers his face, your fingers cupping his high cheek. "It's okay. It's not a big deal." 

It feels like a big deal, but Sirius would never make this about him. He doesn't want to make it about your thighs, either, that risen hatching. He wants it to be about you — wants to make up for whatever it was that hurt that badly. 

You tense up momentarily as he settles on top of you, chest to chest, forearms bracketing your head, your lovely hair. He squints at you to try and lighten some of the unspoken tension. 

You turn limp under his weight. "Sorry, I should've told you before, but it's embarrassing." 

"Is it?" he asks, lips skipping over yours, he's that close. 

"I mean– Yeah." You sound like you have more to say, but he waits, and you don't say anything else. 

Your eyes close as he closes the last millimetre. He kisses you softly, then moves to your cheek and kisses there, too. 

"You have…" His nose strokes your skin as he raises his head, finding you wide-eyed and waiting. "Nothing to be embarrassed of." 

Your hands card through his hair. "You don't mind?" 

He shakes his head. Another time, soon, he'll tell you in detail how much it doesn't matter. How it would never change how he feels about you, or how perfect he thinks you are. You're not embarrassing, you're seraphim. You're beautiful. 

But tonight you're happy. The wedding had been perfect, slow dancing and cold drinks; you'd outshined the bride. You're eager to move away from the conversation altogether, and he's eager to help you into your pretty cotton pyjamas, eager to sequester you away from the world for as many hours as you'll let him.

He holds your gaze. "You swear–" 

"I swear to you," you say, "I'm just fine." 

"If you keep interrupting me, you won't be," he threatens. 

He watches your eyes snag on his loving grin. "Promise?"  

"Yes. Now, where's your suitcase, sweet girl? I'm desperate to get you out of that dress." 

#sirius black x reader #sirius black drabble #sirius black x you #sirius orion black #sirius black fanfic #sirius black fic #sirius black fluff #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black imagine #sirius black #the marauders fanfiction #the marauders x reader #the marauders fanfic #the marauders #marauders era #marauders #tw self harm ment

[amazingmsme]

Like Magic

AN: So this is a bit of a different spin on the prompt, but anything to write more TMA! Idk how the rest of this month is shaping out to look like for me, but I’m gonna try to finish things. Please be patient as I try to finish these fics. Here’s my fic for day 18!

Martin rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time as Tim droned on about how such great friends he apparently was with one Jonathan Sims. Of course he wasn't buying any of it. But that didn't mean he wouldn't play along.

"Wow, ya don't say?" Martin said breathily, sarcasm still evident.

"Yup! He even said so himself!" Tim proudly proclaimed. Martin raised his brows in shock.

"He said that you are the funniest one here?" he asked skeptically. Tim scoffed.

"Why'd you say that like it's hard to believe?"

Martin shrugged. "B-because it is! I mean, it's Jon we're talking about. Does... does he even have a sense of humor?"

Tim shook his head with an amused chuckle. "Oh Martin, always so naive. Everyone has a sense of humor if you know what tickles their funny bone," he winked, nudging him with his elbow.

"Yeah but, he just doesn't seem like the giddy type," he reasoned.

"Well, you just don't know Jon like I do. What can I say? We have an unspoken bond between us. I can make him crack up with a single look," he boasted, and that was where Martin called it.

"Oh you can not!"

"Wanna bet?" he asked with a crooked grin, wiggling his eyebrows at him. Martin opened his mouth but abruptly snapped it shut when Jon walked into the break room. Tim also shut up, hands shoved in his pockets. Jon looked between them and snorted, walking to the counter.

"If you're going to talk behind my back, I suggest making it less apparent," he casually teased.

"N-no, it's nothing like that!" Martin assured him.

"I was just telling Martin what great friends we are!"

"Hm, that's news to me." Jon barely hid his smirk  at the way Tim cried out indignantly.

"Ouch. I'm hurt Jon. You hurt me," he said, pointing an accusing finger. Jon grinned smugly, turning back to the kettle. He poured himself a cup as Tim walked back to the couch, flopping down next to Martin with a pout. Martin looked about as smug as Jon.

"What?" he snapped.

"You're so full of it," he said softly, an amused smile firmly in place. Tim shoved his shoulder.

"Oh sod off! You know, that last part was actually true," he said, and something in his voice seemed genuine enough for Martin to feel inclined to believe him.

"Really?" he asked, casting a quick glance Jon's direction. Tim followed it, nodding.

“Oh yeah. It’s a little magic power of mine,” he bragged, wiggling his fingers in a twinkly magic kind of way. Martin snorted in amusement.

“Magic, okay, sure,” he said with a roll of his eyes.

“Oh you don’t believe me? Here, I’ll prove it,” he said matter of factly. He hopped to his feet, sauntering over to the counter next to Jon. He looked over his shoulder at Martin, smug smirk already in place. He turned his attention to Jon, leaning his hip against the countertop.

“So how’s your day been so far?” he asked casually. Jon snorted.

“The same as every other damn day, what do you think?” When he looked up from adding the smallest amount of sugar to his tea, he froze like a deer in headlights.

Tim was giving him The Look. The one he always gave him before he pounced and turned him into a hysterical mess. His eyes were glowing with mischievous intent, deviously smug smirk peaking out from behind his mustache. Jon took a step back, a nervous grin already tugging at his lips. He glanced over at Martin- oh God, he was going to do it in front of Martin! He looked at Tim with wide eyes, shaking his head. His smile stretched ear to ear and quite literally lit up the room. Martin stared on in shock, a faint blush dusting his cheeks at the sight of their boss looking so adorable.

“Tim-“ Jon started, hoping to negotiate his way out of this.

“You sure it’s just another boring day?” he asked, cutting him off. When he wiggled his eyebrows at him, Jon giggled, actually giggled, bumping into the corner of the fridge when he backed up further.

“Tim I swear-“

“What? I’m just asking about your day. You seem to be rather chipper, thought I’d see what that’s all about,” he teased further. Jon was starting to visibly flush, and he was at a loss for words.

“Oh you bastard,” he huffed, turning away. Tim stepped in front of him.

“Where did this hostility come from? I think someone ought to teach you some manners,” he said, winking at him. Jon felt his blood run cold.

He turned to run, but Tim hooked an arm around his waist, immediately digging his fingers in his sides. Jon doubled over, choking back laughter that still forced its way out through quick bursts of giggles, snorts, and uncharacteristic shrieks. Martin was in awe.

But he couldn’t let himself look or act as lovestruck as he felt, so he just sat there in shock.

“Tihihim! Wha- whahahat dihid I dohoho?” he asked through an onslaught of helpless snickers. Tim brought his other hand into the fray, kneading his sides like a cat making biscuits. Jon snorted, knees buckling when devious hands made contact with his ribs. Those torturous fingers prodded every space between the bones, leaving him sputtering through laughter.

“Oh nothing, nothing at all. You just looked like an easy target,” he reasoned and Jon whined. He found the uppermost ribs and Jon arched his back with a giggly squeal.

Tim only kept at it for a while longer before he released him. He gave Jon a pat on the back as he caught his breath. Tim looked over at Martin and flashed a wide, cocky grin.

“See, what’d I tell ya? Magic,” he said with a grand flourish, making Martin snort in amusement. And if he noticed the way Jon was slowly creeping up behind Tim, fingers flexed and ready to strike, well, he didn’t say anything.

Where would be the fun in that?

#tickletober #tickletober 2023 #tickletober day 18 #tim stoker #martin blackwood #jonathan sims #jon sims #the magnus archives #tma #the magnus archives fic #tma fic #the magnus archives tickle fic #tma tickle fic #ticklish!jon

[astranite]

WIP Wednesday!

Never done one of these (mostly because I never actually thought of it in time for a Wednesday), but they’ve always looked fun. And when am I not going to take the chance to ramble about my own writing? I love hearing what people think about it.

My biggest and most favourite headcanon is that John is autistic. 

So this is very based off of that. And the fact that I am autistic and want to read and write about autistic characters!

It’s set after The Man From TB5 episode, because I just watched it twice in a row (yes back to back, I’d been having A Day), because I love it. So much John!

And I wanted to write John just unwinding after it, because parties are Exhausting, but then it kinda grew a bit from there. (Because Characters keep having Feelings and I am evidently incapable of writing just fluff because it always morphs into some kind of hurt/comfort something.) And John does not know that he is autistic yet. (I’d hope by 2060 we’d be a lot better at figuring this out and actually supporting people, but this was how the fic was going.)

@amistrio​ I started replying to you but then I started writing fic!

Bits of Amistrio and my discussion because we both have this headcanon if you want to hear more Here. 

I’ve been poking about this a bunch today because I’m excited. Even to the point of typing on my phone on the bus. I’ve got most of the parts I want to include down, but I just need to get them in a coherent order. So here’s the first bit!

Enjoy Thunderfam! *waves in particular to the neurodivergent ones*

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((Set after ‘The Man From TB5′ episode.))

John flopped down in the passenger seat of Thunderbird One with all the gracelessness of not expecting gravity to be there. He tipped his head back to lean on the head rest, closing his eyes against the everything.

Scott’s voice came from the front of the ship. “So, how was it?”

John cracked his eyes back open

“No fatalities,” he reported, “The mission was a success in spite of the structural damage.”

“I meant the party, but good to hear,” Scott replied.

Oh. He had thought— well, Scott could have been more specific. (Or John could be less literal, that would help.)

The party.

Because that’s what it had been. Instead of the small charity auction he was expecting, there had been a massive gathering of people: all talking, drinking, socialising. His idea of a worst nightmare.

“It’s me, Scott. How do you think it went?” John said flatly.

Scott made a sympathetic noise.  “You did seem pretty eager to get out of there.”

Under the light teasing, his brother knew that this type of Situation was not John’s forte.

He’d hauled John up into Thunderbird One when it became clear John would rather climb the grapple cable than be put down on the platform, full of jostling clamouring people wanting to crowd around him to congratulate their rescuer now the danger was over.

John’s heart was still racing. Whether it was more from the adrenaline in his bloodstream after his fall from the sky or the idea of nearly being back amongst all of that again, it was impossible for him to tell.

He took a deep breath.

Thunderbird One’s jets roared, the noise from the engines thrumming through the cahelium. John shifted in his seat. The sound scraped against his ears and vibrated through his body, setting him on edge. He could feel it in his teeth.

John took another deep breath.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderfam #wip wednesday #john tracy #autism #Autistic John Tracy #AstraWrite #eh I think I've tagged this right #and I think ive done wip Wednesday right #not entirely sure at this point #but ah well

[litgwritersroom]

Hello! I want to request for a Suresh fic. I'm just a miserable mess about what's going on with him. May you please write a one-shot about the fall-out between him and MC (especially the one that he's been flirting for months to the other girl and they had a big fight, he slept with the girl and MC found out about the girl with the tattoo) then up to you what happened to them onwards. I'm such a sucker for angst and hurt fics. Thank you! 💞💞

JADED

Suresh/MC - 4200+ words - @mrsbsmooth

The story of how he lost it all.

Note: The schedule of episodes changed, and Episode 11 is now coming out next week instead of today. But I'm not delaying this any more. So this fic contains spoilers for Episode 11.

🎵Glimpse of Us - Joji🎵

@fujihime-litg @ellegreenwxy

Suresh checked his watch for the third time in as many minutes. 

Late. Again.

There was something in the air today. Something… off. He felt like there was a rubber band around his chest. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but he knew it was there. Anxiety? Nerves? Dread? 

He sighed, brushing a piece of fluff of his new suit. She knew how important this night was to him. He would get announced as a junior partner tonight. The youngest ever at Flack & Carruthers. 

And she was late. 

Again.

Jade’s keys jingled in the lock, and she bolted through the door. “Sorry, sorry, I know, I know. I got held up.”

Suresh said nothing. Words seemed to fail him, as the rush of absolute, unbridled adoration filled his chest, just like it always did every time Jade entered a room. It overwhelmed every anxiety, every bit of nerves, every worry in his mind. 

So what if they were a few minutes late?

He smiled after her, as she bolted into the bathroom, loudly reminding him what a genius she was in washing her hair that morning, so she wouldn’t have to do it now. She threw on some makeup, pulled her dress on, and took her hair out of the bun it was in, her long hair falling over her shoulders. She tripped over her heels as she hopped to pull them onto her feet, and smoothed out her dress. 

There she stood before him, looking like it had taken her hours instead of… he checked his watch again… eleven minutes. She beamed at him, presenting herself with a little 'ta-da!'

Suresh couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as he stood to wrap his arms around her.

God, how he loved her.

Their car was already waiting for them in the street, and he held the door open for her as she stepped into it. Jade gave a sigh of relief as she flopped back into the seat, reaching for his hand.

“How was your day?” he smiled. 

“Good! Good. Busy. God, I had so much to do. I had to take a long lunch to run some errands, and then, I had a package, so I had to go all the way over to–”

Jade’s entire demeanour changed as her voice trailed off.

Over to her old place. 

Suresh’s eyelids pressed shut, as he felt the familiar knot in his stomach. That band around his chest wasn’t getting any looser, either. 

She’d moved in four months ago. Four. Months. But all her mail still went to her old place, to collect from the elderly lady who lived downstairs. Every time. Every single time it came up, it caused yet another fight. Another huge argument.

“What was in the package?”

“Oh, er… just... a few bits and bobs.”

He brushed his fingers against her leg, but couldn't hide the hurt in his voice. “Jade… You promised.”

She held up her hands defensively. “I know, I know. I just… I know.”

He glanced out the window at the dark clouds that were suddenly looming overhead. A few slow sprinkles of rain misted the window, as he turned back to her. 

“You know how it makes me feel.”

“I know, Resh. I will. I promise.”

“You said that last time,” he whispered.

Jade chewed her lip, but said nothing, so he dropped it. He couldn’t have this argument now. His stomach was already knotted with nerves. He didn’t need the sickness of fighting with Jade as well. 

They arrived at the function, and the rain was well and truly coming down. Suresh threw up his umbrella, running around to the other side of the car before the concierge even had a chance, opening the door for her, and shielding her from the rain. She smiled gratefully up at him, and he pulled her under the awning, making sure to keep her under his arm, where she was safe and dry. 

As they entered, he took just a few steps away from her to fetch her a glass of champagne. As he turned, he stole a glance over the crowd. And as he’d expected, the eyes of the room fell had fallen to Jade. 

But Jade’s were on him, and him alone.

She wasn't just beautiful. She made everything around her beautiful. She made everyone who spoke to her more beautiful. Made every sound more beautiful. She had such a hold over him, this woman. She had it over everyone, really. She had an effortless wildness about her. An unpredictability that kept you on your toes. If the world was a function room full of lawyers, Jade was a summer breeze through an open window. She was swirling leaves. She was sunshine. And she was his. 

There were only a few paces between them, but was drawn to her side as if the wind was at his back. He held her glass for her, and she slipped her arm into his, making him feel several feet taller as they walked down the few stairs to the main floor.

He spotted his boss, Charlie from across the floor, embroiled in a deep conversation with Marisol lo Truglio. Her long hair was tied back tonight, but she seemed to be in a pleasant mood, for once. 

Suresh glanced down at Jade, pulling her toward Charlie, who spotted him, calling him over. 

“Charlie! This is–”

“Jade,” Charlie laughed. “Yeah, I know. I recognise her from your laptop background.”

She beamed up at Suresh, who wasn’t even the slightest bit embarrassed about it. 

“Jade, this is Charlie.”

Jade met Charlie’s outstretched hand, beaming at him. “It’s so great to finally meet you. Resh only complains about you a few nights a week, I promise.”

Charlie laughed loudly, and the conversation flowed freely. A small group of senior partners gathered, completely charmed by Jade, as usual. Suresh noted a glare from Marisol, who was now standing alone, save for Carl from I.T. 

“So how long have you two been together?” One of the partners’ wives asked, her face as warm and sweet as the question. 

“Just over a year,” Suresh said, smiling down at Jade, who met his eyes as if he was her entire universe.

“Oooh, so it must be getting near time to…. Hmmm?” The older woman asked, with a chuckle. 

“Who knows?” Suresh chuckled. They hadn’t talked about it, so he just shot her a smile and a coy wink, silently apologising for putting her on the spot. “Maybe?”

Jade’s eyes widened like she’d been stuck with a branding iron. 

“What?” She laughed, loudly. “Don’t you even think about it!"

She didn’t elaborate, and an awkward laugh escaped his lips, prompting everyone else to laugh along. He smiled, crinkling his eyes to make sure it looked authentic, despite the fact that the band around his chest had just been twisted. 

He sat there, already deep in his own fucking thoughts, when Charlie clinked a spoon against his champagne glass. Charlie launched into a long winded speech about the huge corporate contracts they’d won that year, and the exciting years that were ahead for the firm. 

“...and I’ll be very excited to formally release the names of these new clients over the coming weeks. But one thing I can tell you, is that we’ll be needing some fresh, young talent to continue the astronomical growth of the firm. So we’re here tonight to announce and welcome our newest junior partner, and the youngest to ever be offered the role…

Marisol lo Truglio.”

Suresh’s stomach practically fell out of his mouth, as his hands moved of their own accord, applauding Marisol just as enthusiastically as everyone else in the room. Marisol gave a small, professional nod, a controlled smile on her face.

Charlie glanced briefly in his direction, still smiling widely, and nodded for a chat off to the side. Suresh silently slipped over toward him, in a complete daze. 

“Charlie…” He said, in disbelief.

“I know, mate. I know. I’m so sorry.”

“What happened?”

Charlie sighed. “It’s out of my hands. That huge client you brought in - ITV? They put a last minute addendum in their contract that requires their lawyer to be available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. The partners voted… and…”

Suresh stared at him, waiting for him to finish. 

“No one’s of the opinion that you’re not an incredible lawyer, Resh. You are. But… Marisol barely dates, she’s in the office late every single day… The partners just thought she seemed a bit more… committed. To her work.”

Suresh nodded, the band around his chest feeling like it was about to snap completely in half. His body smiled on his behalf, with a nod.

“Maybe next year.” He chuckled.

His positivity prompted a clap on the shoulder from Charlie. “Too right, mate. Too right.”

He'd known something was off. He'd felt it. 

He’d known it when he’d declined a call last weekend because he’d been out at dinner with Jade, celebrating their one-year anniversary.

He’d known it when he’d waited for her, again, while she was late, again, because she refused. REFUSED to change her postal address to their apartment. 

It would take ten minutes at the post office. Ten fucking minutes. How many times had he begged her? 

When they’d gotten together, his friends had all joked around that she’d have trouble tying him down. Making him stop partying. Making him stop flirting. But he had, instantly. Immediately. Without hesitation. 

And look where it’d gotten him?

Sitting at a work function, in exactly the same place for another year, because he’d dared commit to his girlfriend instead of his fucking career. 

And she wouldn't do the same for him.

She couldn’t. Even. Change. Her fucking. Address.

He downed glass after glass after glass after glass, to try and loosen his muscles. To release some of the tension in the band that was now constricting him. 

“Baby, come on. Time to go.”

“I’m staying out for a while.”

She sighed, slipping in next to him. “You can’t beat yourself up over it, babe. They probably picked Marisol because she’s…”

“Committed,” he growled.

She smiled. “I was going to say boring, but sure, why not?”

Suresh slammed his scotch back down on the bar, louder than he expected.

“Is that what you think? That being committed to something is boring?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“But it’s what you meant.” He snarled. “It’s what you always mean. You remind me of it. Over and over and over, you throw it back in my fucking face.”

A deep offence slapped itself across Jade's face. That pretty, pretty face that got her out of everything. The one he never said no to. The one he worshipped. 

“Yeah, go on Jade. Act shocked. Act like it’s a fucking surprise to you. Act like you don’t know how much it fucking destroys me. I swear, it's like you enjoy watching me suffer.”

“Excuse me?” She said, absolutely incredulous. 

He just shook his head. “You’re so fucking desperate to cling on to that one link to your single life. Anything to remind yourself that you’ve still got an out.”

“You’ve got no fucking idea what you’re talking about, Suresh.”

“Just fucking admit it. It's why you won't change your address. It’s why you shot down the idea of being married to me in front of half the fucking partners, making me look like an absolute fucking idiot.”

“Suresh, stop talking. Drop it.”

His neck was burning up with the rage. “All I do is stop talking, Jade. All I do is drop it. I’m so fucking sick of it.”

“I’m not speaking to you when you’re like this.” She snatched her bag from the bar top, turning on her heel and walking toward the door.

“Yeah alright, go then." he spat.

"Bye, Jade. See you at the apartment you apparently don’t live in.”

The sarcasm in his voice was more liquid than the dregs of his Glenfiddich, practically drenching her in it as she left, slamming the door behind her. He resisted the urge to throw the glass across the room, and instead looked at the bartender, motioning for another one. They looked almost hesitant to pour him another, but one courtroom glare and he had another double in front of him. 

Eventually, he decided he’d have to go elsewhere, as some of the senior partners were still milling about.

May as well pretend that he wasn’t about to go on a raging, alcohol-fuelled bender spanning the entire night. He shook a few hands, perfectly poised and professional, farewelling the partners, and stepped out into the night.

The rain was coming down harder than ever, and he threw his coat over his head as he made his way down to the messy hole-in-the-wall the owners called a pub. There was a girl there that had a crush on him, and he knew he could flirt his way into getting her to serve him alcohol until he passed out in a booth again. 

He stumbled in, half drenched and half sloshed, approached the bar, and pointed. The Waitress giggled behind her hand, and handed him the bottle of Glenfiddich, and a glass.

He curled up in the corner booth, his legs on the seat, and poured the former into the latter, sipping at it, running his finger along the cracked wood on the table top as he replayed everything in his head.

He tried to figure out where he’d fucking gone wrong. The tension on that god damned band around his chest was almost at a breaking point, but he couldn't will himself to just go the fuck home. He wanted to make her worry. Just a little. Just enough to understand how she'd made him feel.

His hands clenched around his glass, tighter and tighter, trying to find some semblance of peace from the hurricane that was whirling in his mind. He felt a tear starting to prick the side of his eye, when the pressure on the glass suddenly eased. 

He looked down at the shattered tumbler, staring at the bright red that began to surround it. It didn’t hurt, in fact, he barely noticed it, and was instead quite annoyed that there was blood dripping into the whisky that remained in his glass. 

The Waitress heard the smash, though, and rushed over.

“My god, Suresh, what have you done?” 

She grabbed him by the arm, yelling instructions at someone, telling them to cover her. She dragged him to the storeroom, running his hand under some water, and pulled a large shard of glass out of it. She sat him on a stool, and he almost felt himself starting to sober up a little, as his hand finally began to hurt. 

She was so gentle. So caring. So calm. Wrapping his hand in gauze and a bandage, making sure not to hurt him. 

And she was smiling at him.

The next thing he knew, he had her bent over the desk, his fingers grasping her hips.

Fucking her. Hard.

Woah, how’d this happen? 

He watched as her knuckles whitened as they gripped the desk, and he heard her say something about coming. It felt pretty fuckin’ great as she did, god she was tight. He’d be coming too, pretty soon.

Fuck. Was he wearing a condom? He hoped so. He knew he had some in his wallet. They were right behind the picture of… 

Shit.

He pulled out of her, and took a step back, steadying himself against the wall, his breath heaving.

The Waitress pulled herself up, and dropped to her knees in front of him, peeling the condom off him, and taking him in her mouth. God it felt good.

In the back of his mind, something was screaming at him to stop. But the dull thud of need was drowning it out. The Waitress wanted him. Desired him. Was here. He let his hands fall to her hair, and he hated how different it felt. But it didn’t stop him from grabbing handfuls of it, pulling her head against him as she worked him closer. He felt the band inside him disintegrating, falling apart, tearing at the seams, as he finally came with a groan, his hips bucking into her mouth with reckless abandon. 

Suresh felt the tears in the sides of his eyes start to prickle again, and he slid down the wall, his hands in his hair, as he broke into a sob. 

The Waitress whispered something to him, trying to soothe him, but he just gasped Jade’s name after every breath. 

“Who’s Jade?” She whispered back but he couldn’t care less about the anger in her voice. He just sat there, against the wall, overwhelmed and confused, her name the only thing his mouth would allow him to speak.

“Is… Holy shit, are you married?”

He let out a sob so deep he thought it’d snatch every breath from his chest. 

“I fucking wish.”

Suresh awoke in a soft, white bed, with an ungodly amount of sunlight blasting onto his face. The linen was expensive, and he could feel the embroidered edge of the pillowcase branding his face. The beautifully minimalist clock next to him read that it was already after 11am. He lifted his head, looking around, a brief sensation of not knowing where the fuck he was. He lifted himself off his stomach, as he tried to get his bearings. It was a hotel of some sort, for sure. And a nice one. Very nice. A beautiful view of the city, too. 

He’d have to bring Jade here some…

His breath left him like a hand had reached down his throat and snatched it. Blood rushed to the back of his neck, his face hot, the sour acid of vomit in his mouth.

Oh my god.

What have I done?

He gathered up his clothes, trying to dress, but paused. He caught sight of himself in the mirror, and saw it. 

Lipstick. Just inside the collar of his white shirt. Literal lipstick on his collar. He smelled his clothes, and he could still smell The Waitress’s perfume on them.

He couldn’t go home like this. He had to get to Jade. He had to tell her. Confess that he'd fucked another girl.

But he had to at least give Jade the basic respect of not stinking of her when he came home.

He called reception, charging one-hour dry cleaning to his room, and wrapped himself in the bathrobe, handing his suit to the concierge. He shaved, avoiding his own gaze as much as possible, his own eyes looking back at him with all the judgement in the world.

The shower was scalding, and his skin burned and stung, but he turned the water as hot as it would go, trying to scrub the disgust from his skin.

He paced the room for a while, trying to figure out what the fuck he was going to say to Jade, when the concierge knocked, returning his suit. He brought it to his face, smelling it. The Waitress’s perfume was long gone, as was her lipstick. The evidence wiped away. 

And it almost made him feel worse. It felt like he was trying to hide it from her. 

Should he have just gone home straight away?

He pulled his now-pressed clothes on, rushing downstairs and checking out, still completely at a loss for what the fuck he was going to say to Jade. 

Beg, Suresh. Fucking beg. Tell her the truth, get down on your fucking knees, and beg.

The lift to their apartment was agonisingly busy for a Saturday morning, having to stop at almost every floor before it got to the penthouse. He practically threw his keys in the door, bursting through it to find…

Nothing.

His furniture was there, but nothing else. It was bare. Completely bare. Stripped. 

He sprinted into the bedroom, falling over himself as he slid to a stop in front of the walk-in wardrobe he’d put in especially for her. His suits hung alone along the right-hand side. The left-hand side was empty, a few loose, wooden hangers in the corner. 

The bathroom. Their drawers. Her bedside table. 

Empty.

“No. No, no, no, no, no.” He whispered.

He ran back to the living room, and saw it. On the counter, his laptop. Open. 

Waiting. 

Suresh walked over to it, and tapped the trackpad, and lifted his hand to his mouth.

It was logged in to his email, with one unread. From Jade. 

There was no text, just…

A video. 

He knew from the thumbnail precisely what it was. But some deep, masochistic part of his body pulled his finger toward the space bar. 

He watched himself on CCTV. Slide his hands up The Waitress's skirt. Bend her over the desk. Open his wallet. Move the picture of Jade to the side to reach the condoms. Fuck The Waitress with zero hesitation. 

Then he watched himself pull away. 

He watched himself realise what he was doing.

And he watched himself keep going anyway. 

It continued to play as he pulled his phone from his pocket, dialling Jade’s number with shaking hands. 

The number you have dialled is not available. Please check the number and try again.

The tears were catching. His breath shallow. His stomach in his throat.

The number you have dialled is not available. Please check–

The number you have dialled is not–

The number you–

The num–

The n–

The laptop’s screen went black, and all he could see was his own face reflected by the screen. He tried to exit out of the screen, the computer jamming, slowing, almost as if it was trying to torture him by showing him his own face. The face of the man who’d just managed to destroy the one thing he’d sworn to always protect. 

Her.

He picked up his laptop just as it switched to his background, the picture of him and Jade like a stab in the throat.

It cut to black again, showing only his own disgusting reflection, so he threw it across the room as hard as he could.

The barstools were next, then the vase, hurled at the wall with everything he had, the cry of agony doing nothing to quell the sickness that was choking him. There was no scream he could muster, no object heavy enough, no one thing in the apartment they were supposed to call home that was enough. He had to break it all. He had to destroy it.

He’d destroyed everything else. 

What did it matter? 

His sweat was mixing with the fresh, clean smell of his suit, and it felt disgusting on his skin. He ripped it from his body, tearing at the buttons, but as he tried to take off the trousers, his wallet fell. And, like a cigarette burn from God, it landed face up, taunting him, punishing him with the picture of Jade he loved so much. 

He picked it up, holding it in his hands like it was the only possession he had in the world. 

And he fell to his knees, knowing it was the only one that actually mattered. 

Jade didn’t scream. She didn’t yell. She didn’t say anything at all while she marched to the wardrobe, throwing all of her clothes into one of the many, many suitcases they’d used to travel the world together. 

She blinked back the tears as they came, and the acid in the throat as it rose. 

No. She wouldn’t let him make her cry. 

He didn’t deserve it. 

He didn’t deserve that tiny, navy box in her bedside table. The one containing the platinum band. The one with a halo of Sri Lankan sapphires around the middle. 

He didn’t deserve for her to have run across town to pick it up, so that she could do it tonight. The same night he made partner. While they were all dressed up and he was on top of the world.

He didn’t deserve for her to have kept her old mailbox for this exact reason. For four. Fucking. Months. 

He didn’t deserve for her to have taken his call at 2am, only to find it wasn’t him at all, but just some poor, sobbing girl begging for her email address. 

It was after 11 by the time she pulled the last picture down off the wall. She threw it into the trash bag with the others, as her brother picked up the last of her suitcases. 

She dumped the trash bag down the garbage chute, the shatter of the broken glass like music to her fucking ears. 

He didn’t deserve for her to be so committed to him. For her to be so sure about him.

But the thing he deserved the least?

A chance to explain.

A gentle knock on his office door, and a soft voice. 

“Resh?”

“Hey Mari, come in.”

Marisol stepped into his office, laptop in hand, and closed the door behind her. “So you know how you’ve been a really good friend to me this past year, and helped me not look like a fucking idiot, while taking absolutely zero credit for it?”

Suresh didn’t look up. “Mmmhmmm.”

“And remember how I said I’d find a way to repay you some day?”

Suresh huffed a laugh out of his nose. “Mmmhmmm.”

“You know ITV? How they have that show Love Island?”

He rubbed his temples, throwing Marisol a tired glance, encouraging her to please get to the point.

“Well, we just got the contracts for the next round of contestants. And… um…” She placed the laptop in front of him, and he glanced at the name, and stopped breathing. 

Jade Petrunich.

Marisol laughed as his watch beeped at him, letting him know his heart rate was elevated. 

But Suresh was absolutely not laughing. 

The thought of her going on a dating show… it…

No, he pleaded, to no God in particular.

“So here’s the part where I pay you back. We've done psych evals, contract negotiation, all that jazz. But we ran background checks, and one of the guys has an assault charge he didn’t disclose. The producers are in the meeting room, and they were freaking out about not having a replacement, and I might’ve mentioned…”

Suresh’s throat practically closed over. “You didn’t.”

“They were fascinated by the ex-boyfriend angle. And they're not going to be able to get someone else properly screened on such short notice. But you had to do all those to get hired here. They said they’d compensate the firm, of course. Charlie’s already practically wanking over the idea. If it goes well, it’ll secure them as a client for life.”

He felt like he’d just been slapped. What would this mean for his career? Would people be able to take him seriously after this? What about jury selection? Could it influence the pool? Do magistrates watch Love Island? And everyone would find out about why he and…

But the thoughts seemed to evaporate from his mind, as they were replaced by the only one that mattered.

Jade.

With absolutely zero hesitation, he looked up at Marisol, and nodded. 

She smiled, peering over her glasses at him. 

“Hope you’ve been going to the gym, babe. They want to see you with your shirt off.”

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